Like an eggshell cracking, or a stone knocking, the sound is subtle yet crisp.
But this thought flashed through Sigler's mind, and he refocused his attention ahead.
He pressed down fiercely with both arms, the halberd blade slicing through the sky, causing violent airflows to surge to both sides.
A kilometer distance is crossed in an instant.
The moment the long halberd cuts through Shura will be the moment Sigler ascends to glory.
What was that sound just now…?
A call from the stars?
Mu Fan's mouth was streaked with blood, half-kneeling in the pitch-black cockpit.
Without the protection of the force field, if his body wasn't resilient enough, he would have died from the severe impact.
Is it time to die…
Then let's die.
Mu Fan supported his body with one hand, standing tall with the final pride a warrior should possess within the Shura.
A smile formed at the corner of his mouth, his gaze calm and determined.
Enduring hardships without weariness…
