「Three days later. Dragon's Fang Island.」
A grim tension filled the sea breeze as tens of thousands of soldiers manned their positions along the coastline.
All the heavy Spiritual Energy Towers were fully charged, their barrels aimed in unison at the enormous Boundary Membrane stretching for dozens of miles across the sky.
The Boundary Membrane resembled a distorted mirror, reflecting a fragmented sky and clouds.
The energy fluctuations it emanated made the very air across Dragon's Fang Island feel oppressive and heavy.
On the top floor of the Command Tower, Ye Jinghong, clad in dark gold Heavy Armor, stood with his hands behind his back, his cold and stern gaze fixed on the horizon.
Behind him, Han Feng, Gu Jian, and twelve Core Members of the Vanguard Army stood in silence. Their expressions varied, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
HUMMM—
A low hum emanated from the center of the Boundary Membrane without warning, like the heavy breathing of a primeval beast.
