The human race is in danger, and the defenders are either dead or injured.
Looking at the boundless starry sky, He Qing turned his head and looked at the dark mass of people behind him. The blood-red war flags were moving without wind in the void, grinning.
"Your Majesty, the time has come!" Lin Junhe respectfully saluted He Qing in purple robes.
"Zhu You!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Zhan Tian raises his voice!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The black mass of people roared hysterically.
"Ziwei goes to war!"
"Guardians of the Human Race!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
