After the great battle, the Three Thousand Snow Ridges returned to silence.
The soldiers of the Cold Domain had long since fled, leaving only corpses all over the ground.
It wouldn't be long before snow filled the sky and buried these corpses, just like those Wu Dynasty soldiers who had fallen here back then.
The Little Golden Roc circled in midair, scouting the surroundings, never leaving.
No one knew how much time passed before a slight disturbance suddenly came from the snow.
A hand suddenly broke through the white snow.
Right after, a man sat up from the snow pit, face pale, breath weak; it was Chen Tang, who had fought the Blade Emperor, grievously wounded yet not dead.
He reached out to touch the uneven, pitch-black inner armor on his chest.
It was precisely this True Dragon Armor, sewn by the Evil Emperor, that had saved his life.
