The snow was getting heavier as the storm became more violent.

Chu Xun's hair was fluttering in the storm. His blood-tainted clothes stood out glaringly in the snow covered land.

He walked very slowly, leaving a trail of deep footprints behind. His eyes were crimson in color and had a devilish look in them, and the smell of his bloodlust permeated through the storm. He was like a wounded beast, a beast that wanted to tear down everything in its ...