The spatial gate at the mountain's summit twisted and collapsed into a ball before finally bursting open, sending rings of blue energy waves rapidly spreading out from the mountain top, scattering a crystalline brilliance.
The blood-soaked warriors watched this magnificent scene in stunned silence, then burst into waves of cheers.
A warrior wiped the blood from his face, turned his head back, and roared, "Brothers, charge!"
"Charge!"
Helicopters circled overhead, broadcasting the scene below to the entire country in real-time.
On the chaotic mountain summit, as the fierce wind howled, Shao Zifeng swept a glance over the battlefield beneath him and looked toward Li Yiming, not far away.
After a few years of not seeing each other, Li Yiming had grown taller. His slender body didn't show the slightest hint of frailty; instead, it radiated strength. The original black-frame glasses had been swapped for a pair of delicate rimless spectacles.
