Nanting Snow looked up at the sky, her brow furrowed and her eyes filled with anxiety.
Yellow Paper, like apocalyptic snowflakes, drifted down from the sky.
Her tightly clenched fists finally relaxed slightly. She let out a long sigh of relief and muttered to herself, 'You're here at last.'
The backup that had arrived was Gao Liceng.
She recalled Xiao Yu and Lin Zuoguang. The two had known each other for a long time, but this time they'd had an unprecedentedly fierce conflict.
In Nanting Snow's opinion, they both had their own points, and both were right in their own way.
In this situation, there was no turning back.
It was just that Lin Zuoguang was so rational he bordered on cowardly.
"Live to fight another day" was the principle he lived by.
Her thoughts snapping back to the present, Nanting Snow quickly looked to the sky.
Beckett advanced steadily, a bizarre carpet paved with pure light beneath his feet.
With every step he took, he was instantly wrapped in light,
