WHOOSH!!
A fierce snowstorm swept in through the broken window.
Everyone present, including Tu Huan, felt an intense chill that pierced their bones, eventually making even their breath feel freezing. In this room, despite the air conditioning being turned to its maximum setting, it felt as if they were standing scantily clad in a blizzard. Involuntarily, their limbs began to stiffen.
Upon hearing the huge commotion, hundreds of members of the Falcon Army responsible for the Elders' Court's defense instantly rushed over, their armor clattering as they surrounded the area.
When they saw the scene—especially Tu Huan, who sat across from Chen Yang with a deathly pale face and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—everyone was stunned and looked at each other in bewildered silence.
What in the world is going on?!
Subsequently, they turned their gazes to their commander, Ning Kun.
