Moonlight falls on Giant Zero Three.
Like light gauze, like a long robe, like armor, reflecting its coarse skeleton, transparent as jade, emitting an enchanting and dazzling luster.
The Giant looks up, staring silently at the moon hanging in mid-air.
The moonlight descends, gazing silently upon the battlefield's speechless giants.
After some simple probing exchanges, neither the moon above nor the Giant's skeleton below could overcome each other, yet they couldn't ignore each other's presence.
The field temporarily falls into a stalemate.
At this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, a change occurs; the Black Prison World faintly echoes the daunting sound of a reverberating gong, and at the sky's end, primordial Qi descends, covering both the two wheels of the sun and the moon's colors; after Xuan Huang, a multitude of starlight sparkles, forming constellations, as if constructing exquisite cages.
