Wisps of misty white fog rose from the Gibraltar River, shrouding the deep night of the Underground World.
Towers of combat surrounded the lush Difeng Valley inside and out, with lights bright as day. The noise waves startled the three-legged Golden Crow perched upon the underground sun, causing it to occasionally take flight, scattering strings of moving golden halos.
Outside the valley, on an asphalt ground as large as an airplane field, dozens of magic teleportation arrays shimmered with crystalline luster, lined up in unison. As the silver rainbow-like teleportation beams shot up one after another, Bimon warriors strode out of the magic circle, releasing hills of piled-up spoils from their Seven-degree Golden Spatial Rings.
