Spoils of War
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As Meng Chao thought about it, three images immediately appeared in his mind.
The first picture was a frozen wasteland that was comparable to an ocean. There were crisscrossing lead-gray and silvery-white ravines that showed the harshness of a frosty hell.
In the depths of the wilderness, a behemoth that was as big as an Apocalyptic Beast but ten times more imposing slowly crawled out from the deepest ravine. It was so deep that the sun might never rise again if it set into the ravine. The earth trembled, and there was a deep rumbling all around.