A massive White Holy Coffin spans the void, suspended above the Dangmo Army Camp.
"Angel!"
"Is it an angel from the Sea of Divine Grace or the Prison of Divine Might?"
"Prepare to fight!"
The soldiers below in the Dangmo Army have already scattered, ready to meet the enemy!
On the stage.
Shen Lang stepped to Lin Mu's side, asking softly, "How was your harvest this time when you went to the Ancient Land?"
Lin Mu smiled faintly, but did not respond.
It seemed they were not yet familiar enough for casual conversation.
Shen Lang sighed, speaking gravely, "You must realize that tonight's medal ceremony won't be peaceful. Western forces absolutely won't tolerate our Huaxia becoming so strong; tonight, a large battle seems unavoidable!"
Lin Mu said indifferently, "That's your affair; I've already talked to Kong Lin and, after today, I won't have any ties with the Dragon Protection Hall."
"You!"
