On the flowing "Fated Black River," the Longevity-Cursed Species clashed with the Blue Star Federation Army, fighting from one side to the other, then back again. Some had movement speeds of around 80.0 Mms, while others managed only 60.0 m/s. No one noticed the handsome man seated on the "Elven Throne" in the main channel of the "Fated Black River," his body slouched slightly, his eyes lowered and closed as though he were taking a lazy nap. He tilted his head to one side, propping it on his clenched right fist, like an elegant "deity" just fallen asleep.
At first, no one noticed him, but as the seconds ticked by, some of the Longevity-Cursed Species spotted him between attacks. One glance was enough for them to recognize the handsome man sitting on the "Elven Throne," seemingly asleep. Zhou Heng-the "legendary figure" Zhou Heng who had slain a level 1,000 opponent at level 60.
"It's him. How did he..." The pupils of a level 120 member of the Longevity-Cursed Species suddenly contracted. He failed to pay attention even to his enemy's attack and was sent flying. Yet even then, he did not look at the person who had struck him, instead instinctively charging toward Zhou Heng. Had Zhou Heng been an ordinary player or a Blue Star Federation Army soldier, he would not have rushed over so recklessly. But this was the "legendary figure" who had slain a level 1,000 opponent and entered the Longevity Sniping Rankings Might. More importantly, he was showing off far too much. In a world-scale war spanning levels 50 to 1,000, with everyone else fighting for their lives amid death, blood, and fire, he was sitting here on a throne, elegantly napping?
There was no way he could stand it; none of the Longevity-Cursed Species who