Very soon.
The blood mist vanished.
The time when filming was allowed had arrived.
Frost aimed the camera at the Iron Cans, watching them form up and approach the ripples, their figures quickly disappearing.
A man in a black robe loudly announced, "Everyone, this is a historic moment for the Federation!"
"Pa! Pa!"
The applause grew even more enthusiastic.
Frost thought of something he could write in his diary again.
"Also a historic moment, the opening of the World Gate in Eastern City was a grand event for all mankind.
"But the opening of this Demon Gate before my eyes is something that makes one feel sorrow."
A few seconds passed.
A staff member walked over again. "Everyone can take a short break first, the Holy Flame Legion is expected to, in an hour…"
Before he finished.
A sudden change occurred.
Blood mist once again rose around the silver-white ring, and shrill screams came out from within.
"Ah~"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
