The blue setting sun is about to fall.
The gradually rising large and small twin moons.
Above the wilderness ravines.
Diving down, the Crystal Winged Dragonfly approaches.
With a calm expression, holding the Alloy Stick in his right hand and gripping the neodymium iron boron permanent magnet with his left, Ren Zhong stands firm as a rock.
His shadow stretches long across the plains.
The atmosphere is bleak and murderous.
The whistling sound grows sharper as the Crystal Winged Dragonfly gets closer.
The enormous mouthparts, eight long slender legs sparkling coldly, seem vividly clear, as its broad wings vibrate, creating a blurred silhouette.
Ren Zhong didn't bother to tally how many times he has faced the Crystal Winged Dragonfly.
But he still remembers his initial helplessness, and how he maximized the use of available resources with micro control to defy fate and counter-kill when he was unarmed.
