The Persuasion System's voice rises again.
Carrying a subtle yet discernible weight.
"No need to worry, everything is within control."
Zhang Beixing's lips slightly curl, unwavering in his resolve.
"Good timing, I was just fretting over having no place to test my sword."
Before his words fell, the world changed colors.
An aura even more terrifying than before suddenly erupted.
The Pope, Demon King, Barbarian Race...
These forces now opposing him could never have dreamed.
What kind of doomsday irreversibility awaits them!
The black robe fluttering, murderous intent overflowing.
Zhang Beixing slowly rises, hands behind his back, standing tall.
His gaze like lightning, piercingly sharp.
"Everyone, prepare to march."
He speaks calmly, but every word carries immense weight.
"I want those self-proclaimed protectors of justice to know..."
"This era now bears the name Zhang!"
Bold words, resounding with determination.
