The great sun shone brightly.
Rays of light filled the sky.
The vast Qilin City lay quietly between heaven and earth, like a giant beast, enveloped in darkness, exuding an invisible oppressive aura.
Groups of skilled warriors from the Ancient Five Races patrolled the city.
In the mansion at the center.
Inside the spacious main hall.
Shadows gathered, lights flickered.
The head of a man who died with his eyes open was placed on a table, his eyes wide, full of terror, revealing in his expression before death his sheer fright.
It was Lin Yun's head.
Beside this head, there lay a letter full of writing.
Meng Fang, expressionless, clad in black armor, picked up the letter in his hand, his sharp and indifferent eyes slowly scanning its contents.
Beside him, the skilled warriors of the Ancient Five Races, all wore dark expressions, their eyes burning with anger.
Especially the warriors of the Lin Race.
Their murderous intent was palpable.
