This voice was calm, yet powerful, giving people an incomparably reassuring feeling.
And so was the silhouette that exuded divinity, radiating brilliantly.
Before the Ghost Gate, Zhou Haiqing's whole body trembled violently, suddenly sitting up in his deathbed, the despair in his mind was instantly dispelled by a new force, and colors reappeared in the black and white world.
This force was called Dawn.
If one can live, who would be willing to die?
Moreover, Zhou Haiqing was truly in the prime of his life, the best years to serve his country!
In the face of the unstable gray light of destruction, a mass of golden, scorching liquid emerged from the tall figure's body.
Contained within was a sharpness that made one's heart race, and these golden liquids instantly formed into a high wall, spanning before everyone.
At this moment, Zhou Haiqing was emotionally moved, extremely anxious in his heart, reaching forward...
