ffin wall. I witnessed fragments of the battle that year. In the final moments, Xia Geng used his navel as an eye, but one eye was pierced by a massive thunderbolt. I guess that place must have been X...When I first encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.

That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.

The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if nothing had happened at all.

Perhaps only my vanished subordinates know how the battle between mist and water unfolded., still have a big difference.There is at least a difference in defining degrees of freedom.But Lu Cheng was definitely happy to use what was readily available. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that...