As the sun descends to the west, the night falls slowly.

In the shadow of dark clouds, a bright and clean full moon came out and sprinkled endless moonlight, laying a light silver veil on Tianwu City cage.

The third round of the Imperial War did not stop because of the advent of night, but became more fierce.

The World War is finally about to begin!

"I've been waiting for a whole year for this battle." Fang Han licked his dry lips, and his eyes sparkled with ferocious killings. His purple fire flickered, setting off him like a devil walking in the dark.

But by contrast, leaf dust is calm...