The night was black as ink.
Two Cyan Cloud Falcons skimmed low through the valley, the tattered edges of their wings tracing two faint cyan arcs of light that flickered in the fierce wind.
The cliffs on either side of the Desolate Wind Corridor had been carved into jagged angles by years of strong winds, their surfaces a cold, hard grayish-white under the moonlight.
Although the valley floor was flat, vegetation was sparse and loose stones littered the ground. The visibility, however, was quite good.
You could see far into the distance with a single glance.
But that also meant others could spot them just as easily.
Gu Ming spread his Divine Sense across the valley floor, silently on guard for any Demon Fiends that might appear.
However, the Demon Fiends had yet to arrive when a system notification popped up, making his heart leap.
"You have entered the forbidden zone of the Desolate Wind Corridor during a new period of war."
