Another Song of the Wanderers?

Setting aside its area of over a thousand square meters, what did a space two hundred meters high feel like?

An ordinary six-story residential building was about twenty meters tall.

The two-hundred-meter-high A-rank Training Ground was equivalent to a sixty-story high-rise, giving everyone inside it a constant, unnerving sense of immense emptiness.

And when the nearly thirty-story-tall, sci-fi yet magnificent "Wandering Night" descended through the gigantic spatial gateway over a hundred meters high,

everyone truly felt the insignificance of the human body. That was also why Meng Lang had immediately understood the scale of the battlefield and been shocked after Fang Ran put it another way.

Within the dimensional halo, two slender and noble figures, one black and one white, drifted down toward the ground one after the other. When they saw that iconic silver long hair,

and the dark night ceremonial gown whose hem rippled with dark golden patterns,

"Night Crow!?"

Hua Ling cried out in surprised realization. Then she looked up at the towering mech whose top she could not see, as well as the other figure in the air,

and finally understood why Ye Sheng had gathered them here.

"That's the supernova who caused such a huge stir recently, the one the entire Night Battle world knows about!? And Night Crow joined our bureau too???"

The young master stared in barely contained astonishment at the tall, slender female figure with silver hair and black clothing. He nudged the Spellcaster beside him, prompting the Spellcaster to look at him in disgust.

"You're a grown man. Can you show a little promise? You look like you've never seen the world."

"Hearing that from you leaves me with mixed feelings, considering I've been so many places I can't even remember them all myself."

Meanwhile, as Night Crow landed before anyone