"Clip-clop, clip-clop!"
The clear sound of hoofbeats rang out, as if they possessed some special magic. Every time one fell, the urgency in Zhang Yang's heart intensified.
Earlier, he had been grinding Plague Serpent Shadows nonstop outside the Cursed Land on Floor 480, having the time of his life. But everything had gone too smoothly. When he harvested the sixth wave of Plague Serpent Shadows, the black mist of the Cursed Land began to churn. Then it split open into a path, and a Black Knight, clad entirely in black and riding a black warhorse, leisurely rode out.
The instant he saw the Black Knight, Zhang Yang instinctively felt that he looked familiar—until a soft chuckle rang out.
"Zhang Yang, long time no see."
The Black Knight reined in his horse fifty meters in front of Zhang Yang. Then he pushed open his gloomy visor, revealing a familiar face.
"Qin Ge?"
"It's me. Or perhaps it isn't me. Of course, that isn't important. What matters is that you came to the Fifth Sequence without making a sound. You've really given me quite a shock. And judging from how you look now, you've already chosen a faction?"
Qin Ge smiled faintly, still looking just as he had back then.
Zhang Yang was silent for a moment. He first glanced around before saying, "So, you're a virus?"
"A virus? No, that definition is far too shallow. Once you leave the Fifth Sequence, there is no such concept as a virus at all. The concept of viruses can only arise under the Fifth Sequence's unique background environment. If you look at the Six Great Sequences as a whole, you'll find that clinging to the word 'virus' leads nowhere."
Qin Ge's voice was low and his manner relaxed. Only his eyes carried a kind