Lin Qian raised his head and looked up into the sky, where he noticed a vague, black aura that lingered and refused to dissipate.
To ordinary people, there seemed to be nothing visible, just a clear sky, a perfect weather condition indeed.
However, in Lin Qian's golden pupils, infused with a fiery essence, that black aura in the sky was distinctly visible.
This discovery was made by chance.
The battle situation on the Soul Martial Continent had stabilized by now. After Huaxia Empire went to war, it displayed an overwhelming strength that exceeded everyone's expectations.
Nobody could have imagined that the power of the Huaxia Empire would be so formidable that it would completely overrun the others in all fronts.
The people of Huaxia Empire were filled with pride, believing it a great fortune to live under such an Empire.
Seizing their role in this war, they contributed their strength, feeling a stronger sense of identity and an intense sense of belonging towards the Empire.
