The cold wind carried ice crystals, lashing against the advancing army.
Sixty thousand soldiers marched across the ice field, frozen to a dark brown, clearing the way ahead.
The team of journalists stayed closely behind the army.
Having experienced five consecutive, overwhelming victories, the shock on the journalists' faces had yet to completely fade.
But it was already replaced by an almost euphoric professional fervor.
Hua Jing and Arin walked side by side.
The thick winter clothing couldn't hide the brightness in their eyes.
"Xiao Hua, look!"
Arin pointed at the huge shadow gradually forming in the snowstorm up ahead, "Isn't that the last stronghold? It looks bigger than the ones before."
Hua Jing followed her finger, looking through the gaps that the snowstorm tore open.
A fortress made of interlaced white bones and black rocks stood at the edge of their sight.
This was the Broken Spine Gate.
The last checkpoint leading to the Skeleton King Court.
