The soldiers outside the grand hall, upon seeing the mystical light suddenly appear, came to an abrupt halt as if slamming on the brakes, forcibly stopping in their tracks.
They cast their gazes towards Cheng Guang within the grand hall.
At the forefront, one of them wore pitch-black battle armor that bore hints of gold.
Even though their faces were hidden behind dark masks, the shock and disbelief were still evident in their eyes.
Cheng Guang only needed one glance at the soldier clad in pitch-black armor, adorned with hints of gold, to feel an involuntary tremor in his mind.
Those eyes...
Could it be that this soldier is still alive?
Cheng Guang silently exchanged looks with the soldier, his eyes quivering, his heart filled with astonishment.
Cheng Guang was shocked.
The soldier was also shocked.
But he quickly regained his composure, looked up at the heavens, and furrowed his brows in thought.
Right then.
Someone hurried over.
