C376 The Demon Beast Attacks
The chill of the night air was piercing.
In the frigid embrace of the Seven Deadly Mountains, soldiers huddled around bonfires, their blankets drawn tight as they succumbed to slumber.
Silence reigned over the camp, broken only by the occasional snap and crackle of bamboo burning in the flames.
As a high-ranking general, Jiang Xiaofan had the luxury of his own tent. Seated at a wooden table
