Not far away, a group of people in black armor had gazes like lightning and strode with the bearing of dragons and tigers. At a glance, they were clearly from a strictly disciplined military force, and they were scanning the crowd.
Unfortunately, there were too many people, tens of thousands of them. It gave them a terrible headache; they simply could not identify everyone.
Not far away, a stretch of snow-white divine feathers hovered in the air. More than a dozen women stood atop them, their eyes shifting, clearly searching as well.
There were many groups like this. Little Fellow swept his eyes around and immediately spotted dozens, even close to a hundred forces nearby, not counting those he had yet to discover or the people farther away.
Just the informants they had sent out numbered several thousand. The major powers could truly be said to have mobilized in force.
"Heh heh heh, take your time searching." Glancing at those fellows, Little Fellow chuckled, then grabbed the little monkey on his shoulder, who had been yawning nonstop.
"Maoqiu, stop playing dead. Hurry up and get up."
It was round and chubby. Originally, it was golden, but now it was just as filthy as Little Fellow and the others, its fur dyed pitch-black by beast blood and other grime.
"Turn yourself into an ordinary-looking thing. Don't let anyone recognize you." Little Fellow reminded it. This was no ordinary place. If someone recognized that he was carrying a golden Zhu Yan, it would definitely bring huge trouble.
Maoqiu grumbled in dissatisfaction. In an instant, its fur turned grayish white, and its large eyes became dull, making it look a little slow-witted. Then it sprawled back on his shoulder and fell fast asleep again.
At the same time, Little Fellow was slowly changing