The sea and sky are dead silent, amidst the roar, the massive Pillar of Descent descends once more!
One after another, and then another...
After encountering two duels, that overly young Ember Craftsman still stands on the battlefield, unscathed, without even a sign of fatigue.
Though the rainbow light in the depths of You Sui surges continuously, filled with malicious gazes, he simply ignores them.
He merely yawns out of boredom, tilting his head up to look at the sky.
Expressionless.
Even though the sky before him is gradually dimming, turning pale and gray, the seawater is freezing inch by inch, and in the wind blowing directly at him, snow dust falls one after another.
In the darkness, a bloated figure wrapped in a thick cotton coat stumbles towards him, staggering, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
Layers of frost clinging to the exposed hair and beard, as if in an ice cave, so cold it is unbearable.
