C450 It Was Night(part I)

It's night.

The Northern Wasteland at night was extremely cold. Under the whistling of the north wind, it was like a throwing knife that fiercely scraped the faces of everyone present.

The violent Bei Feng seemed to be roaring, but at the same time, it also sounded like he was letting out a mournful cry before his death. It caused one's scalp to go numb and one's mind to become restless