A nation cannot have two rulers.
There can only be one Black Wind King.
The same goes for the commander.
This is their common battle, with no way out!
Gu Jiao kept refreshing Mu Qingchen's perception, as if showing him a new life.
There are many brave souls in the world, yet never such a person who could be so fearless as to fight against the heavens, fate, and all the impossibles of the world.
He had never once considered fleeing; he always faced difficulties head-on, even if it meant being shattered to pieces.
Mu Qingchen looked at the youth beside him, his chest filled with a long-lost emotion, as if he too had suddenly been pulled back to the reckless years of his youth, his blood boiling with fervor.
Everything around remained unchanged.
But when Mu Qingchen looked again at the fiercely competitive battlefield, he suddenly felt that everything was different.
The eye contact between Gu Jiao and Han Wuye ended with the announcement of Han Wuye's advancement.
