At this moment in the cloud-faring vessel, atop the bridge of Ivy Vine's flying behemoth, hundreds of massive displays covered the entire battlefield, reflecting every transformation and dispute.
As the four gates opened, countless teams streamed continuously into the Central Tower, rushing to the battlefield, contesting for space inch by inch.
But on the central screen, an excessively young face appeared.
Once the faint smile that always graced his lips vanished, his expression became drastically different. His dark pupils were calm and profound, as if reflecting the unseen depths of the Abyss.
"Just like an Evil Dragon, truly terrifying," Pant Delong remarked. "Facing such an enemy, it seems our luck is really not good."
Behind him, Harry Quinn, who had only recently recovered from his injuries, couldn't help but shake his head.
