Night fell quietly, and the cold wind howled like a raging torrent, as if it wanted to tear the whole world apart.

Between heaven and earth, a vast expanse of white snowflakes fluttered down, like countless white butterflies dancing in the air.

They quickly covered the earth, transforming it into a dreamlike world of silver and white.

On this silent snowy landscape, both the human and werewolf forces temporarily took refuge in their windbreaks.

The walls of the fortifications were covered in snow, making them appear exceptionally thick and sturdy.

The wind and snow outside grew fiercer, the gale howled and whipped up gusts of snow fog, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead.

The snowflakes were as dense as goose feathers, stinging my face as if they were about to penetrate my skin.

A chill permeated the air, making people shiver.

The world was a vast expanse of white, with only the endless snowflakes dancing incessantly, seemingly never to stop.

In such harsh conditions, people's moods became heavy, and they silently prayed that the blizzard would pass as soon as possible.

Tomorrow is the start of the new year, and on this last day of the year, the sky is overcast, as if foreshadowing an approaching storm.

Today, a battle between the two races' Heavenly Kings has broken out. Although the battle lasted only half a day, the outcome has been decided, and the course of the conflict between the two races has been set.

The outbreak of this battle of the kings has plunged everyone into a state of excitement and tension.

They knew that this was not just a duel between two powerful individuals, but also a matter of the fate of the entire world.

What stories and conspiracies lie hidden behind this war?

It is important to know that decades ago, human ancestors flooded into the werewolf territory like a tide. Their figures traversed the vast land, their weapons gleaming with a cold light.

They quickly occupied a large area and built three magnificent passes, which seemed to be three impregnable lines of defense.

In that breathtaking battle of the Heavenly Kings, the powerful figures on both sides shone like stars, and their power shook the earth.

Every clash was like a thunderbolt, stirring up clouds of dust.

On the battlefield, blood stained the land, and the cries of the wounded echoed through the sky.

For decades, the war between humans and werewolves was kept at the level of ordinary soldiers fighting.

The number of times that experts of the highest rank are made to fight can be counted on one hand. They are like mysterious beings hidden in the clouds and mist, only occasionally revealing their amazing strength.

The fierce battle between the Heavenly King level experts was like a legendary myth.

Their figures were like ghosts, and their speed was as fast as lightning.

Their attacks were like a storm, leaving no room for respite.

Each collision resonated with the heavens and earth, as if the most powerful forces in the universe were clashing.

This time, the human race surged forward like a raging torrent, seizing the opportunity presented by the severely wounded Snow Wolf King, advancing with unstoppable momentum. Their steps were firm and powerful, as if they intended to shatter the earth.

On the battlefield, shouts of battle, the clashing of hooves, and the clanging of weapons resounded through the sky. Human soldiers, clad in armor and wielding sharp blades, had eyes filled with unwavering determination and resolve.

They stood closely together, forming an unbreakable defensive line, and every step they took forward was full of power.

In the rear, the human camps stretched as far as the eye could see, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys. Logistics units busily transported supplies, providing a continuous stream of support to the soldiers at the front.

Meanwhile, the human vanguard, like a sharp sword, pierced through the werewolf defenses and continued to advance.

In this fierce battle, the human race displayed unparalleled courage and unity. They cooperated with each other and fought together against the enemy.

Every soldier was keenly aware of the responsibility they bore. For the future of humanity and to protect their homeland, they threw themselves into battle without hesitation.

As the humans advanced, the territory that originally belonged to the werewolves gradually came under their control. The human banners flew high, symbolizing their victory and glory.

The scene of this battle was so spectacular that it was truly awe-inspiring. The courage and determination of the human race will forever be etched in the annals of history.

The ordinary soldiers stood on the battlefield, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

However, they were unaware that the human race's high command had been meticulously preparing for this battle for two months.

During these two months, the human high command secretly planned and carried out clandestine operations. They mobilized a million-strong army and quietly entered the werewolf territory.

These armies, like giant beasts lurking in the darkness, awaited their opportune moment.

At the same time, the Tianlang Army and hundreds of thousands of troops at Tianlang Pass were on high alert.

Their military banners fluttered in the wind, as if proclaiming humanity's resolve to the enemy.

On the battlefield, the battlefield was packed with people, with soldiers lined up in neat square formations.

Their footsteps thundered, causing the earth to tremble slightly. The reflection of their armor shimmered in the sunlight, creating a dazzling display.

The engineering corps was also busy at work. They were building railways to transport supplies and soldiers to the front lines.

New cities sprang up like mushrooms after rain, providing a solid backing for the war effort.

The various outposts at the forefront soared into the clouds, resembling steel behemoths, guarding the territory of the human race.

The whole scene was spectacular and awe-inspiring; the power of the human race was like a surging torrent, unstoppable.

The soldiers' shouts and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a stirring battle song.

Faced with this massive army, the enemy seemed to sense the power of the human race and felt fear.

Moreover, the human race's high command mobilized a large number of warriors to come to Tianlang Pass to participate in the battle.

They were dressed in various types of armor, gleaming with a cold light, like a torrent of steel.

The elite warriors of each family, bearing the honor and mission of their clans, marched resolutely toward the battlefield.

Their eyes revealed determination and courage, and the weapons in their hands gleamed with a sharp light.

The martial artists from various groups were equally formidable, having fought countless battles and possessing rich experience.

Their movements were skillful and swift, each move containing boundless power.

Meanwhile, the senior students at various martial arts schools are full of vigor and energy.

They were filled with dreams and passion, eager to prove their strength in this war.

On the battlefield, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

The warriors moved through the smoke of battle, their sweat and blood staining the ground, creating a tragic yet awe-inspiring scene.

Every swing of their swords, every charge, demonstrated their desire for victory and their unwavering commitment to protecting their people's destiny.

Chen Feng, along with Si Yuniang and Fang Zhongda, stood on a high point in the stronghold, gazing at the vast white expanse of land around them, their feelings extremely complex.

Only half a day after the White King issued his order, their stronghold was reinforced with a thousand more troops.

They were all highly elite martial arts teams, but not military warriors; they were warriors from various aristocratic families and martial arts schools in the Great Xia Dynasty.