"It's really run down."
The person with the spear sighed with emotion as he walked. The gigantic spear was shouldered by him on the shoulder, which from time to time scratched the wall of the hall, causing sparks and a sharp shrill sound. Alone, he intruded the stronghold of Gray Mountain like he was strolling in his own courtyard, and his cold murderous intent caused the temperature to fall into the freezing point. Even the torches were extinguished one by one as if awed and subdued.
"In the past, Gray Mountain and Golden City shared the same honor, who in this world wasn't aspired by it? However, a hundred generations later, it has actually fallen to the point where it tries to fish advantage from other people's situation. That's just sad, pathetic, and despicable."
With that, that man finally came forward and under the dim light, his face was finally exposed.
