That night, the blood-like moonlight shone on my face. The man was wearing a battle robe and armor, holding a sword in his hand and a mask on his face. There were drops of blood dripping from his sword.
That night, blood flowed into rivers and there were countless corpses. Just like the moon that night, it was terrifyingly red.
That night, all the members of the Underworld were killed. The superiors were furious and issued a secret order to find out the real culprit.
That night, a young man was sleeping soundly, and an old man was fighting. The old man desperately sent the Pluto Order to the young man's home.
That night, the young man had a dream. The enemy was close at hand, and his whole body was covered with blood.
Body.
That night was destined to change a lot of things. The seemingly calm city was actually filled with undercurrents.
After that night, the young man led the Minghui to get rid of the traitors, carried out the Minghui order, and revitalized the Minghui; one person and one meeting protected the stability of the world; one person and one contribution brought prosperity to the whole life.
One stroke can shock the world, one stroke can end life and death.
