The dazzling stream of light overflowed from the black sealed box.
A slender long gun, over two meters in length, appeared in He Ao's field of view.
Its tip was a semi-transparent diamond-shaped crystal, currently emitting a stream of light as brilliant as the stars at night, like fragments of stars fallen from the sky.
The body of the gun was a slender, black pole, overall elongated, yet not entirely straight, with a natural curve at the fine points, like a straight branch broken from a black tree.
At the junction of the barrel and the tip, it was fixed by a matte black metal, engraved with small patterns.
Thump, thump, thump—the moment he gazed at the long gun, a violent roaring exploded in He Ao's mind.
In that instant, he seemed to stand on a battlefield filled with blood and slaughter, feeling the frenzied and desperate will to fight and rage.
