The ax that was raised high did not fall in the end because the target was no longer there.
Human Butcher Weiguo looked into the distance expressionlessly, towards the direction where the Golden-winged Roc left. In the end, he silently put down the ax in his hand. This battle was not the end, but the beginning of the war between humans and wild monsters.
With a reckless smile on his face, Human Butcher Weiguo continued to fly in the direction he was heading in. He wanted to force the Golden-winged Roc to attack, otherwise, the threat of all the monsters would be nullified.
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He shifted his gaze back to the Northwest end of Lake Malawi in the Great Rift Valley, where Lin Xuan and the Moon Lord were fighting.
