In Haiting City.
The shadows of people were stirring on the streets, rooftops, corners, underground, and in the sky.
Many lowered their heads, receiving timely updates about the great battle between the Apocalypse Guild and the Lieyang Army, as engrossed as they once were with their phones while walking the streets.
For the other guilds, the outcome of this odd guild war—whether a win or a loss—was actually unimportant.
Even if the Lieyang Army was completely annihilated in this round of war, clean and thorough, it didn't matter.
What mattered was that through this battle, they could witness with their own eyes just how powerful the guild officially recognized as "the world's number one" was.
What kind of strength could maintain the top spot since the beginning of the new era, without any change?
The title of this world's number one was too resounding, too secure.
