Zhao Hai stood on the prow of the peach origin, and Juno stood beside him. Although the two of them looked as if they were admiring the scenery along the Iron Horse River, their minds were not on it.
How could they still be in the mood to enjoy the scenery? the celestial race and the demon race were like two huge mountains pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.
It had been two days since the two of them had left the dwarf's Iron Mountain. They had been hurrying on their journey for the past two days. Although they had already thought of a way to deal with the God race, to be honest, they still felt like a huge stone was pressing down on their hearts.
After a long while, Zhao Hai sighed, " &Quot; the dwarves are already preparing for war. We should also be making preparations in the black soil wasteland. &Quot;
