The damp rain mingled with the perennial incense of the church, permeating the air with a cool, sandalwood scent.
The daylight was dim, and the light inside the church was faint as well. Light and shadow intertwined on Feng Zheyu's face, painting the man's features like a classical, profound oil painting.
Holding the pale-faced woman before the crucifixion of Jesus, he said word by word:
"I, Feng Zheyu, am willing to marry..."
The shrill alarm echoed across the island, resonating with the mournful sound of the bronze bell inside the spacious church.
Instinctively, countless people looked outside, some already receiving phone calls and messages.
"Enemy invasion!"
"Level two alarm triggered!"
"Enemy presence detected at port number 5!"
At this moment, no one in the church cared who Feng Zheyu was about to marry. This was the first invasion the Floating Island faced in twenty years, and the timing couldn't be more coincidental!
