The energy storm of various colors raged overhead.
Whenever a storm flashed by, a patch of space would be ruthlessly torn apart.
In the Ten Thousand Realms, the true strong ones are those who can fully utilize all the energy scattered in the air.
Inside the monumental building, Ziyue kneeled before the throne.
She kept her head lowered, and what expression was hidden under the shadow, was unknown.
However, from her trembling body and the constantly dripping beads of sweat, one could accurately guess her state of mind at the moment.
In front of her, a small puddle had formed.
Reflecting her heaving chest.
Despite pondering for most of the day, Ziyue still couldn't figure out how to report the result of the mission to the black-robed figure before her.
The word 'failure' is somewhat unfamiliar to the organization Dark Rising.
Those who can enter this organization are elite with strength.
