"There's no such thing as a Savior, there never was a Savior."
"I, Yi Chengzi, have made it this far entirely through my own effort."
"I still have a chance!"
In the deep night, beneath the dark canopy of the sky, a majestic black shadow raced high above at breakneck speed, yet seemingly merged seamlessly with the surroundings, stirring not a whisper of wind.
Relying on his own efforts and the help of countless Deep Red Points, Yi Chen had pushed his True Technique to the twenty-third layer, making this current task seem effortless.
A black-feathered Demon Eagle, its plumage as dark as jet iron and tipped with a touch of snow mountain white, soared high above. After finishing its meal, the eagle shook its iron feathers and shot upwards. Suddenly, it found itself blocking the path of another shadow racing across the horizon.
Perhaps too elated, the Demon Eagle let out an extremely piercing shriek.
Screech!
"Yell at your mother, White-headed Eagle!"
