The icy rain beat against the trees outside Black Cloud Fort.
On the muddy road, now made worse by the heavy rain, there suddenly appeared three unwelcome visitors.
They wore wide-brimmed hats, their faces grey and lifeless, even their eyeballs were dull and spiritless, as if they were three moving corpses.
However, once they reached the gates of Black Cloud Fort, they uniformly halted.
Simultaneously, the three looked up towards the simple village nestled among the mountains.
Someone asked in a cold voice, "Is it here?"
The man in front carrying the Dragon Spine Sword nodded, "Yes, it's right here."
As his voice dropped, the mysterious assailant drew the Dragon Spine Sword.
A piercing dragon's cry rose between heaven and earth, echoing through the mountains.
The fierce, malevolent energy that had condensed at the death of the North Sea Dragon Lord then began to disperse throughout the environment.