Chen Qi couldn't help but frown, a puzzled expression on his face.
By all logic, with his inspiration's great success in identification, he should have received enough information.
But as it stood, the information he had was pitifully scarce.
There was no objective, nor any conditions for clearing the trial—
Moreover, the war had already ended, and there was nothing left for him to do.
What exactly am I supposed to do? Did I enter an incomplete crack? Chen Qi was momentarily confused.
Clang!
Suddenly, the sound of a long blade hitting the ground rang out.
Chen Qi quietly shifted his feet, looking in the direction of the sound.
Over the continuously stacking corpses, a red figure sat proudly on top of the heap.
It was clad in dark red light armor, like a flame in the night, both beautiful and dangerous. Its hair, black as ink, was carelessly draped over its back, blood beads clinging, fluttering with the wild wind.
"Huff—"
