The Ruins of Time were torn apart, and a piercing alarm echoed through the night, as if darkness had been pierced by light. This was because it was night in the illusion, but day in reality, so the fusion of light and darkness gave birth to such a rare spectacle.
Day and night intertwined, with the invaders serving as the boundary line.
Lu Bu'er stood between light and darkness, his red hair fluttering like flames, his pupils swirling with flashes of lightning. His expression was as arrogantly unassailable as ever, with broken glimmers spreading across his face, as wild as a demon emerging from the abyss.
Last night, he had learned the location of the Watchers' Lighthouse's true body, and knew it was hidden in a Ruins of Time, so today his sole mission was to break in here.
To personally destroy this thing.
