By this time, Huang Yi could probably guess his predicament; if he truly were branded as the World's Enemy, he would find it difficult to make a move henceforth.
He had to perform a benign and magnificent feat as soon as possible to clear his name and dissociate himself from The Seven Archdemons. And this opportunity for redemption lay in the salvation of Dragon City!
He had killed over three hundred thousand people, but if he could save the remaining six hundred thousand, public opinion would still swing in his favor, and all rumors would collapse without attack.
Time ticked by, second by second, as Huang Yi and several hundred thousand players quietly waited.
Meanwhile, in the distant Treasure Underground Palace of the Golden Holy Dragon, an uninvited guest had arrived.
A tornado had breached the sanctum of the Golden Holy Dragon's Treasure Underground Palace, with a towering figure at its core, encircled by a cloud of dust that shrouded its figure.
