Chapter One: The World's Only Piece of Junk

Perhaps Yanhui's face still carried authority. Perhaps desperate people were willing to trust a madman. Lu Yao sprinted toward bottom lane. Support emptied his inventory. Their wounded tank threw himself at the rail controls. Iron Veil's first siege shot struck the core. Acid rain began to fall. On both sides of the screen, Shen Yan clenched his hands.