Heavy snow fell amidst howling winds. In the extreme cold of the deep northern winter, every exhaled breath and wisp of body heat would instantly freeze to ice on a man's beard and hair.
At this moment, at the Taibai Mountain fortress, nearly everyone was standing on the ramparts, preparing to defend the pass.
The defending Martial Artists were roughly divided into three groups. Thirty-five of them followed Li Daoran. With swords at their waists, each now held a round, black iron ball. The balls were covered in intricate mechanisms and cloud-like patterns, and they emanated a scorching Spiritual Qi.
Twenty-four followed closely behind Weilie. Most of these Martial Artists carried long sabers at their waists and held longbows. They stood at the ready, choosing their firing positions from the crenellations of the wall or the high ground on the surrounding slopes.
