Over Sunset Grassland, the wind blew low across the vast expanse. Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of tents occupied the outer area of the Sunset Grassland, as tens, even hundreds of thousands of people crowded at the edge of the grassland, waiting for the great hunt to begin.
At a certain spot, unlike the other crowded places, people automatically cleared out a circle of open space.
Inside stood two people, one in red clothes as bright as fire, dazzling like the sun. The other in light armor leather, imposing and fierce.
"Come on." Mu Qingge took the initiative to speak to Ying Ze, flames flickering in her crystal-clear eyes.
The three-move agreement, only one move had passed, yet it had already stirred her fighting spirit.
Behind her, at the point where her heels touched the ground, a crack spread in the soil, terrifying and menacing, silently disseminating Ying Ze's power.
"Second move." Ying Ze murmured in a deep voice.
