When he got up and walked out of Tu 04 Slaughtering Workshop, the sun had just risen. The light of dawn was holy and bright, shining on the world.
The workshop was already busy, and many volunteer workers even greeted Nan Ziying.
"Good morning, director."
A chubby girl laughed.
"Alright."
Nan Ziying replied with a smile. This was why he liked Border City. At least these people were desperately supporting the rear. At least they were really doing something. As for the inland, those people had not yet become volunteers. They were still standing at home and doing nothing.
Thinking of this, Nan Ziying shook his head. He only wanted to continue to become stronger and had no time to care about these trivial matters. He would talk about these trivial matters in the future.
Along the way, more and more people greeted him. Now, with Nan Ziying's desperate attitude, many volunteers had no objections.
After returning to the apartment, he quickly ate his fill and rested.
Nan Ziying's consciousness was exhausted to the limit after 24 hours of continuous killing in Asura mode.
This sleep lasted until the evening of the 12th.
After washing up and eating, Nan Ziying changed into a black leather jacket this time. He held the Black Wukong Mask in his arms and left the house indifferently.
On the streets, there were even more people demonstrating.
The sky was now magical, with black clouds and a piercing sunset. Some said that it was caused by the battle.
Boom!
Boom!
In the distance, there was a continuous roar. It was the sound of a missile being fired thousands of kilometers away.
That was the ninth defense line of the Eastern Alliance, the terrifying sounds of battle.
On the streets, many people were shouting.
"The ninth defense line has begun!!”
"The ninth line of defense has started fighting again. Next, the eighth and even the fifth line will protect the country and support the front!”
"Ability users should go out and support the front. Qiyue Wuyi will be with you.”
Boom!
There were a lot of noises, and they echoed loudly. There were also coffins being carried to the Cemetery of Martyrs.
This era was very complicated, and words could not describe it, especially in the border city, which was close to the battlefield of the ten thousand races. It was tragic, hot-blooded, excited, and the people fought bravely.
Especially when the clouds were dense and suddenly swept over. The setting sun was dazzling like a raging flame, trying to illuminate this fanatical era.
In the distance to the north, many citizens of Ye City stood on the rooftops. They could see the endless killing intent permeating the air with their naked eyes. Terrifying blood was dripping, and the roar of fighter jets could be heard in the sky.
Hundreds of assault helicopters appeared and rushed forward.
Occasionally, there would be ultra-long-range intercontinental missiles shining with silver light as they rushed to the battlefield of the myriad races to launch fixed-point bombing.
In this era, everyone felt extremely excited.
Only Nan Ziying, dressed in black, quickly and calmly walked out of the city because the sky was starting to darken.
He was just a little worried about the eighth line of defense. His classmates were there.
Following that, tens of thousands of races would fight each other, and the aftermath of the battle would be something that even humans would not be able to withstand. It would be the most desperate defeat.
Kacha.
Kacha.
After walking out of the city, the sky began to darken. Nan Ziying clenched his fists tightly, and the sound of his knuckles cracking could be heard. He indifferently put on the Dark Wukong Mask, dressed in black, and looked extremely indifferent.
Then, he stared in the direction of the Myriad Tribe Battlefield. He would go to the eighth defense line to rescue them.
At most, they would rush the hundreds of millions of mutated beasts to fight a battle that would attract the attention of the entire world!
Whoosh.
Exhaling, Nan Ziying laughed maniacally as he walked towards the Gobi Desert of the Northern Wilderness. For a moment, he began to emit his aura, an aura that belonged solely to him. At this moment, waves of wolf roars resounded in the vast wilderness.
He was telling the Gobi Desert of the Northern Wilderness what the Lord of the Night was.
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