But it was precisely because of this that he felt this place was his home, where he once again felt the warmth of family.
After a long while.
Elder Bai pinched out the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers and slowly straightened up. His back, previously hunched with age, grew straighter, and his body temperature rapidly dropped; the aura of death around him grew increasingly heavy.
It was his turn to perform.
Let the world see what it means to destroy a world.
What it means to enact the Burial of the Underworld!
...Zhang Wanyi.
The countdown below now showed only three minutes remaining.
Above the vast plain, however, was a small space of several tens of square meters suspended in the air, this space serving as the spectator seats. At this time, Chen Miao was with the player sent by the Zhukai Civilization, Zhang Wanyi, alone in a room.
In this decisive battle, the two of them could only watch.
