Qing put away the Communication Crystal, hung it back on his chest, and looked forward. On the battlefield, a sea of people moved back and forth, and almost everyone recognized him, nodding to greet him: "Team Qing." "Big Brother Qing." "Team Qing is here."
The crowd parted one by one, making way for him. He nodded in response and walked forward in silence.
The live broadcast room was already very lively: "Where is this place?" "Which guild are they fighting against?" "It's been a long time since Team Qing made a move."
But as usual, Qing's gaze was only directed further away. In the depths of his dark eyes, a beam of light emerged, the arc of light suddenly lengthened, briefly cutting through the battlefield's pitch-black night sky—revealing the dense crowd there—before hitting a standing ruin.
The light suddenly collapsed into a point.
The trail seemed to linger in the vision, not yet dissipated, when suddenly it expanded again, bursting into a dazzling flame.
