From the battlefield to the Mount Song Army headquarters to the snowy mountain range, no one had ever seen the young array master on the stretcher open his eyes.
In everyone's view, he was already on his last gasps, as his heavy wounds were incurable.
At this moment, his eyes had opened.
On the most shallow level, his eyes contained a bright and clean innocence, but if one looked a little deeper, one would see a cruelty full of savage Qi.
Innocence and cruelty were complete opposites, yet they were often two emotions born together. When combined, they formed an extremely complex and profound emotion.
At this time, Nanke and Chen Changsheng were high up in the cold sky.
Chen Changsheng was preparing to use his last three moves to end all the Demon Lord's hopes.
The Demon Lord was preparing to use his most tyrannical move to end all of Chen Changsheng's hopes.
No one noticed the young array master open his eyes; no one noticed his hand resting on his chest.
