"Roar!"
"Roar... roar..."
Ten kilometers away, the army of a hundred thousand Yaksha People remained restless. Their occasional guttural roars pierced the chaotic stillness, betraying their unease...
Although they were eager to attack, they dared not advance further—the earlier scene of the Little Miss easily defeating two Golden Yaksha in a one-against-eight skirmish was still fresh in their minds. Fear gripped the hearts of these ordinary Yaksha People.
"Good girl!"
On the aluminum base supporting the advertisement screen, perched a hundred meters above the Wei City construction site, Chen Tang gently ruffled the black hair of the Little Miss with affection as she handed him two golden crystals. Tugging her hand, he sat cross-legged together with her atop the base.
