At dusk, the sky gradually darkened, a round of crimson setting sun slowly pierced into the body of the Titan Giant Beast, fresh red wounds gushed forth boiling blood, emitting a tidal roar akin to the beast's wails, wave after wave, until the greedy darkness completely licked the sun's blood clean, all returned to silence, leaving only faint starlight scattered down.
A halo hidden in the darkness slowly moved, only by staring intently could one barely make out its faint refractive effect on the starlight, as if a barely visible veil was floating in the air.
With a ripple-like wrinkle, a finger emerged from the veil, but soon retracted.
"Pull your damn hand back, stop fooling around here, if the enemy radar discovers us, I tell you, get ready to be chased by me and the whole server."
The Mongolian Toplaner's hand, reaching out from the edge of the optical camouflage, was forcibly pulled back by the Swordfish, he said sheepishly,
