The battle was about to start. After stepping onto the battlefield, Chu Mu specially glanced at his Monument Tear.

The Monument Tear was incredibly calm. Clearly, the other Monument Tear holder didn’t reappear, or else maybe he noticed someone tracking him in the dark.

The strong winds blew away the last of Chu Mu’s worries.

Chu Mu thought back to the last time he fought with such an audience. It was probably in White Nightmare City, where he was accepting the challenge to become the little princess’s personal servant.

Without even realizing, the battlefield was now the skies tens of thousands of meters in the air amongst shocking hovering...