The Dead Sea is unusually lively tonight.
Countless lights illuminate the darkness.
Countless torrents wash over these lights, tearing the darkness apart, vaguely dividing it into two streaks of different intensity. The flames shatter and regenerate, with stars revolving around the towering Suxuan tree, transforming into a truly protective canopy.
Outside the [Red Gate], the war observers hold their breath, tense to the extreme.
They haven't participated in the war.
Yet it feels as though they are present.
Those invited to Da Du are the true power players of both continents. A single order from them can decide the life and death of many, and those who hold high positions in the North Continent are all strong, impulsive iron-willed warriors.
Fisher has already rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge into the Red Gate and join the war.
But Gong Zi reached out to hold back this old friend.
Even without Gong Zi.
Fisher's spirit cannot enter this gate.
