chapter 173 Channing Sutton, you are eliminated

In the early morning, the morning light shines upon the earth, and the melodious sounds of bells and drums resound throughout the imperial capital. I saw eighteen big bells being carried by huge white eagles, soaring in the imperial capital. The white eagles spread their wings, their pure white bodies without a single spot of color, blending into the world and forming a beautiful picture. There are four foundation-building people above, striking bells and drums together. The sound of the bells...