"Roar!"
"Roar, roar..."
From all four directions, savage and thunderous howls could be heard. Four armies of Yaksha People were rapidly advancing...
The leaders at the forefront of these four armies were Golden Yaksha warriors, each towering over three meters tall. With every step spanning nearly one meter, their overwhelming presence was impossible to ignore.
"It's over, we're completely doomed this time..."
"Four armies of Yaksha People, each exceeding ten thousand in number. There's no way we can hold them back."
"It's too late to escape now..."
"Dongying is about to be destroyed. Countless innocents will perish! How many will die, we have no idea."
"Brother, if I get bitten by one of those Yaksha, take this sword and cut off my head. Please, I beg you..."
