"Hm?" Tite Boro, the "Ancient Undead Calamity," who was locked in a contest with Kuang Long, the "Glorious Righteous Greatsword," suddenly sensed something. He abruptly put distance between himself and Kuang Long and whipped his head toward his right. His pupils contracted at the sight, as though he had seen a ghost. How could Zhou Heng be here, and seated upon the Elven Throne, no less? This was a level 1000 max battlefield. Even the attribute multipliers were calculated according to the standards of Vast Star Nation citizens. A level 60 youngster like Zhou Heng had entered a battlefield of this caliber?
He instinctively reached out to seize Zhou Heng. In the distance, Kuang Long's pupils contracted, and he instinctively slashed out with his sword, hoping to save Zhou Heng, who had appeared out of nowhere. But he was too far from Tite Boro, and Zhou Heng was too close. There was simply no time to help. Yet just as he thought Zhou Heng would be easily subdued, something neither he nor Tite Boro expected happened. Zhou Heng, whose mere level 60 made him unmistakable, suddenly vanished from Tite Boro's right and appeared on his left. Stranger still, Zhou Heng remained asleep, yet he sat cross-legged and began making strange movements on the Elven Throne. Those movements somewhat resembled the method of seeking an audience with the Lord of Lifespan recorded in ancient accounts.
"What... is this..." Seeing Zhou Heng's movements, Tite Boro's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Inexplicably, an extreme sense of unease welled up inside him. A level 60 youngster should not have appeared here, even if that person was Zhou Heng, whom they treated as a special case. Yet he had appeared, and in such an elegant manner. Watching Zhou Heng sit cross-legged upon the Elven Throne