The club showed everyone on the team Ma Network's login event.
Though it was something utterly insignificant—just logging into an account—when countless players returned to the game through every possible channel and packed Ma Network's servers to bursting time and again...
Even hearts of iron were eventually cracked open.
At that thought, everyone on V5 was no longer lost. Though the cheers outside came in ever-larger waves, they could no longer stir even the faintest ripple in their hearts.
"Yes, that expression."
"We are walkers in darkness, the vanguard of revenge. We gathered here from all over and joined this team that had once suffered sixteen straight losses, never to stop in our tracks and tank, but to prove ourselves. Even in a worse environment, we can still charge toward greater goals."
"This time, I'll move forward with you."
"Hell lies ahead! Move out, my soldiers!!!"
Amid the fervent cheers of more than eighteen thousand spectators throughout the arena, the players of both teams finally took the stage, drawing the attention of countless viewers and cameras. Among them, the most closely watched were undoubtedly the two AD carries, Deft and AK, bound by their master-disciple relationship.
One stood to the left, the other to the right; one in black, one in white. Like two boys of similar age facing off from afar on a battlefield.
One wore white robes, with silver hair and blue eyes, riding atop a white Immortal Snake and holding an Ice Blade. Like an ice immortal descending into the mortal realm.
The other wore black robes, with black hair and black eyes, standing atop an Earth Wolf Spider. A serrated Golden Centipede buzzed restlessly in his hand. Like a demon god entering the world.
Their confrontation drew the eyes of who knew how many people.
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