"I'm sure of it." Ruan Xinghe looked out at the night sky and gave a soft laugh. "In the night they create, I'll become their [Nightmare]."
"We're not 'guardians.' We're the 'spearhead.' We are destined to fight in the darkness. The [Night Watchers] protect countless lives, while we make our enemies tremble!"
"Undying Blade, Su Xingchen, exits the stage!"
"Lord of Hell, Luo Changqing, exits the stage!"
"Ghost Field, Li Xinyan, exits the stage!"
"Lord of Fate, Shen Qingci, exits the stage!"
"The spark will never die, and hope will never fade! Humanity will not stop here."
Ruan Xinghe looked at the enemies surging before him like a tide and smiled disdainfully.
"I, the seventh [Phantom], the undying soul Xing Ruanhe, together with every member of the [Nightmare] squad, exit the stage!"
