The third descent of the column of light persisted, yet... the splendid Evil Chosen Army was now descending, arriving at the very upper end of this line—the Land of Airspace, within the Atmosphere.
Qin Yu looked up, and even with her vision, she couldn't penetrate the vast, towering space to see into the Atmosphere, but that didn't stop her from revealing a strange smile.
"I think, you've always been mistaken in your judgment of me."
"If you think I'm the Chosen One most like the Evil Chosen, why not deduce my intentions to the greatest extent with your own ambition?"
"Am I, Qin Yu, really such a good person born to save the world?"
She extended her hand, fingers caressing, with her eyes downcast in tenderness, an infinite beauty resembling the undying hope standing amidst the bloody ruins.
But the hopeful also carried a subtle aura.
This aura was not bright, not righteous or kind.
With a downcast smile, there was a hint of sinister intention.
