In the skies above the Northern Domain, a jagged black rift slowly tore open.
The "Demon Eye," after more than ten days, had opened once again.
The Alien Race had arrived.
High in the sky.
Luo Zhan watched the rift widen, his expression unchanging, but his eyes held the heavy weight of an impending storm.
He turned his head to look at the tiny mosquito beside him.
"The great war has begun."
His voice was low, yet exceptionally clear.
"From this moment on, I grant you the authority to act at your own discretion."
"Do what you think is best. You don't need to report to anyone."
Chu Sheng flapped his wings, letting out a soft buzz in response.
He understood Luo Zhan's meaning.
This was the greatest show of trust and freedom he could be given.
Luo Zhan said no more. With a flicker, his body transformed into a black shadow, instantly reappearing on the command platform of the steel wall below.
His voice, amplified by an Array, echoed across the entire defensive line.
