The flag's light was blazing hot.
From above the vault of heaven, it looked like a dazzling star rising from the pitch-black ashes, scattering its brilliance.
But within that vast projection, everyone's gaze turned to a higher place, the terrifying shadow that enveloped and obscured the entire Spring City.
"It's already too late."
In the gloom, a soft sigh emerged: "The haze from the four seas converged, the world's misfortune served as a pillar, and all of Spring City was sinking into the shadow of the Vortex.
Lu Changsheng was gambling, betting that he could withstand Tao Cheng's Heavenly Origin Assimilation, betting that he could fulfill his own ambitions. I told you guys long ago, once that madman won one round, he would want to win another, tasting sweetness and then craving more. Where is any notion of moderation?"
"What are you dawdling for then?"
