This was a group of short, wretched, wrinkly green-skinned beasts. They wore extremely dirty beast skins and rode on war wolves, roaring from high above and throwing spears at the sky.
Wu La La!
Wu La La!
They roared fervently, as if they were going to strike down the sky lanterns.
Xia niiming was scared out of his wits. How could a modern person who lived like a Prince have ever seen such a scene? It was as if a group of gay men were shouting at you.
He felt that he was too miserable and too difficult!
As an ordinary person, it was normal for them to become stronger while lying down. This was what the public thought. It was unrealistic for those who transmigrated to be face-smacking, killing, and reaching the peak to be like long aotian!
People would die!
He hurriedly continued to fly higher, shaking off this terrifying group.
