A millennium legacy, full of songs and tears, even Lin You, the emotionally indifferent Undead Monarch, is moved by this segment of history, empathizing with the ever-burning legacy of the Xia professionals on this plane.
With the guidance of the professionals inside the instance, Lin Yi and his team took nearly an hour to reach their destination smoothly.
The sunset glow, as red as blood, poured over the boundless Fenghuo Frontline.
Majestic mechanical giants stood against the wind, with the evening glow cascading over their mecha, reflecting a brilliant yet stern luster.
Before them lay a scarred land, with jagged ravines crisscrossing in all directions, dense with both old and new craters, and the sea breeze carried the scent of gunpowder.
