the cockpit of the black-grade mecha. 。Amidst the jarring shattering sounds, a golden light flickered before my eyes. 。As the maple forest turned a horrifying crimson, the fifth soul ring on his body...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ong ones of the Holy Spirit Church. Once war begins and massive casualties occur, that's when they will make their move. 。And what you do is prevent all of this from happening, so you will inevitably...