Zhao Ping didn't know, and no one could predict the outcome of this battle.
Ever since the Antarctic Array Map appeared and the Mediterranean Region became the world's focal point, the course and consequences of this event had already spiraled beyond anyone's ability to predict or control.
This was true even for the powerful Sleepers.
Everyone was contending.
Beings of the past and the present were gathering in the same place, all contending for the hope of the future.
Beings of epic and Myth would clash with the chosen of the modern age.
Who would be able to transcend? Whose path was the correct one?
Perhaps this battle would begin to reveal the answer.
Zhao Ping took a deep breath, reining in the feelings of dejection caused by the East King's terrifying power, and pulled himself together.
He believed that since Yi Beidou and the others had created miracles time and again, this time would be no different.
"Director-General."
