The black snow lightly descends, like crow feathers scattering, the warmth of the ground full of corpses gradually turning cold and rigid, the blood beginning to coagulate.
Whether beast or Black Barbarian Monk, the blood is black and murky, evil. Ning Fan looks at the ground soaked in black blood, deep in thought.
Countless barbarian men of Heavenly Barbarian City climb to the walls, looking at Ning Fan with fear.
They are already certain that Ning Fan is a different race cultivator. Compared to beasts suppressed by the Barbarian image, a different race cultivator unaffected by it strikes fear into the hearts of the barbarians even more.
If a different race cultivator wanted to slaughter the Barbarian City, almost no one could stop them!
"Everyone, don't be afraid, he is not the enemy."
Zhao Die'er's cold voice spreads in the wind and snow, reaching the ears of every barbarian.
