The roaring dark tide ebbs and flows outside the Divine Light Shield, seemingly powerless now.
The doomsday scene outside the central mountain is still fierce, but at this moment, observing from afar, it appears more majestic.
The sky is covered with black snow, presenting a unique spectacle.
Such is always the way of the human world: appreciating snow by the fire, feeling the cold in thin clothes.
No one truly understands anyone else.
Wang Changji, Yue Tiannu, Zhu Weiwo, Kui Shan, Dou Zhao, Jiang Wang.
These six people had never before worked together in battle; some had even just met for the first time.
Yet they needed no communication.
Their powerful strength allowed them to fight freely, and their extraordinary combat talents made their attacks flow seamlessly. In their rises and falls, they collided with brilliance. Where blades, swords, and lances moved, fists and kicks fell with divine intent—entirely a combat aesthetic!
