An unexpected figure abruptly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
Wearing a black robe and holding a magic wand.
Behind him, a pair of snow-white wings.
No one else but the Dark Emperor, who defies the Three Realms!
"Beixing! It's Beixing who has arrived!"
Alina exclaimed in delight, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement.
She knew the goddess of victory would once again favor her lord.
"The Master's might makes the Three Realms submit! Perfect timing!"
Richard gripped his battle sword tightly, his blood boiling.
Finally, he could showcase his skills and aid his master in achieving dominance.
"All of you, come behind me."
Zhang Beixing spoke calmly, his tone serene yet authoritative.
"I want to see just what these ants are capable of."
He moved forward with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a king.
Each step seemed as if it tread upon a red carpet of universal subjugation.
Talons and Victoria were frozen in place.
