Tonight, the Dead Sea was exceptionally lively.
Countless Light Fires illuminated this darkness.
And countless torrents washed over those Light Fires. The darkness was torn apart, vaguely dividing into two glows of differing intensity. The flames shattered and were reborn, while those stars revolved around the towering Su Xuan Wood, forming a true protective canopy.
The spectators outside the Red Gate held their breaths, tense to the extreme.
They had not participated in this war, yet it felt as though they were right within it.
Those invited to Dadu were the true powerholders of the Two Continents. A single order from them could determine the lives and deaths of many people, and those who had risen to such heights in the Northern Continent were all tough, impulsive, iron-blooded men.
Fisher had already rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge through the Red Gate and join the war.
But Gong Zi reached out and held back his old friend. Even without Gong Zi.
That time, the towering waters surged and crashed, drowning Turing.
The man's voice echoed through the Dead Sea as well.
Suppress everything? Wasn't this...
The first person to sense that the Red Gate was complete had been you.
"The Main System is not limited in gathering spiritual power from within the sea area..."
Thus, at the very end, Turing had not even dared to let Chu Ling establish the slightest connection with the transcendent world. He feared that without the interference of transcendent power, that person would not even be able to achieve what had for years been called "abnormal growth."
The process of the data war was cruel. Before its eleven evolutions, the Deep Sea's spiritual power had been so weak that no ordinary person could imagine it.
More coincidentally.
But the truth was unimportant, because it