When the halberd penetrated the armor of the last enemy soldier, Xiao Ce smelled the smell of rust mixed with blood. The wind whipped up snow foam and hit him on the face. Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe away the ice on his eyelashes, a blinding white light suddenly exploded in his field of vision.
The neighing of the war horses suddenly stopped and was replaced by a deafening roar. Xiao Ce stumbled to the ground, and what he touched in his palm was not frozen soil, but a smooth and cold black surface, which was trembling slightly with a certain rhythm.
