Along the border, spatial fluctuations never cease,
with new rifts tearing open at the edge of the barrier every day;
this is the real hunting ground.
System notifications ring out like a rapid drumbeat.
Guan Zhen stands guard over the northern frontier alone, with a single blade.
Amid blood and fire, he meets a group of equally fearless comrades who admire his style.
The name “Lord Guan” spreads throughout the front lines.
While others rack their brains trying to break through,
Guan Zhen's vital energy surges wildly amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood;
while his fellow disciples are still studying basic saber techniques,
his guandao has already drunk its fill of demon blood.
On the front lines, nobody cares whether you're a genius.
The only thing that matters is whether you can bring back a demon core alive.
Covered in blood, Guan Zhen carries a demon's head taller than himself and walks toward the military rewards office, treading over a field of demon corpses.
His heavy guandao scrapes along the ground, sending a trail of sparks flying,
while a more terrifying roar comes from the spatial rift in the distance.
