This day was destined to be recorded in the annals of Rakshasa Country.
Shen Lin was shattered, the Seven Gods had fallen, and the imperial power of Rakshasa Country had tumbled.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse.
Qi Yuan sat on the rooftop of the palace.
The palace had seen a moment of chaos today.
The death of the fifth extraordinary had caused a big shock to the current system.
Fortunately, Liu Sheng's intervention had stabilized the turmoil.
The capital somehow still maintained a fragile balance.
"99%."
Qi Yuan surveyed the capital, a complex expression in his eyes.
With the fall of the fifth extraordinary, the name of Shen Lin had spread all over the world.
However, the accuracy was stuck at 99%.
Only 1% away from perfection, and unlocking the next mission.
Yet, no matter what, it would not increase.
At this moment, several figures appeared.
Liu Sheng, Liu Chu Dong as well as an old washerwoman appeared.