The night was deep, the sky as dark as ink.
In this deep night, a tall figure stood in mid-air. The golden wings spread out, shining like a bright moon.
He wore a set of Ming Guang Armor, interwoven with black and gold. The armor reflected a cold light under the bright moonlight.
Behind him, a blood-colored cloak danced wildly in the wind, like a battle banner soaked in blood, fluttering with endless murderous intent and majesty.
The companions of the Black Robed Man, upon rushing out of the base, were met with this scene.
Inside the base, piercing alarm sounds rang out, signaling that other areas were under attack.
Yet, no one dared to move.
Even though the opponent was clearly just one person, he instilled fear into every one of them.
No one dared to be distracted in his presence.
In their trembling state, a strong individual uttered his title with a trembling voice.
"Human...Champion!"
