In the core of Helios, everything suddenly plunged into darkness.
Only a dimly fading afterglow remained.
Dead silence.
"What happened?"
In the control center, He Di, maintaining the mystic ritual, abruptly lifted his gaze, his pitch-black eyes overflowing with rage and madness, exuding an eerie chill that made one shiver.
"Did that guy Garand penetrate here so quickly!"
He raised his finger, summoning a horde in the darkness, causing numerous warped demons to emit maddened cries. Suddenly, a menacing killing intent gushed out from the darkness, manifesting one massive silhouette after another.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
"No need to overreact."
The man drinking walked in, glancing casually around, as the embodiment of the Grandmaster's flesh and desire tipped his head back, drinking liquor with abandon, wiping the corner of his mouth: "It has nothing to do with Garand."
