On the border, space fluctuations never stop,
Every day new cracks tear open at the edges of the barrier;
A real hunting ground here.
System prompts sound like dense drum beats
One person in Guanzhen, one sword, guarding the northern border
In the blood and fire, he met a group of comrades who were equally brave and agreed with his style.
The name "Guan Er Ye" is still widely circulated on the front lines
When others are still racking their brains for breakthroughs
Guan Zhen's energy and blood grew wildly in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses;
When fellow students are still studying basic knife skills,
His Guandao had already drank enough demon blood.
On the front line, no one cares whether you are a genius or not.
Here it just depends on whether you can bring back the demon core alive.
Guan Zhen, who was covered in blood, carried the demon head that was taller than him and stepped on the corpses of the demon clan on the ground towards the military merit office.
The thick Guandao dragged on the ground, drawing a string of sparks,
From the space crack in the distance, an even more terrifying roar was coming.
