C1085 Wing Men

Giant Rift Valley.

No matter how many players died, or how many people lost their desire, whenever night fell, there would be an endless stream of players heading to the Giant Rift Valley. The torches were like a long dragon. Many players knew each other, greeting each other on the way.

"Roc, you're here again."

"Yeah, it's really contradictory. I didn't gain much from coming