The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

The long blade without an edge, pitch-black covers the sun.


Congealing with secret techniques of endless darkness, deathly silence, and icy chill, it locked onto the Old Lion the moment it appeared.


The space surrounding the Old Lion collapsed layer upon layer at the instant "Eternal Darkness" appeared; it wasn't just space, but also...


But more importantly, the Countess of South Los.


At the moment the electric current surged, the magnetic field around the Countess of South Los rotated once again.


In the clenched fist, unmatched power gathered once more.


In this moment, two supreme powers beyond the realm of humanity treated the ultimate enemy with the strongest strike.


The Old Lion laughed, sensing the attack that could bring his demise.


Among these, any strike he took would spell his death.


Chapter 967 - Chapter 943: The Name of Fresh Blood!