"Kid, you were able to come here and even fuse with the Emperor Origin Aura. You're quite lucky."
The voice came from one of them. The figure wore a dark golden robe, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
It was Tou She Ancient God!
"This junior, Lu Chuan, pays his respects to the nine seniors."
Lu Chuan bowed.
"No need for formalities."
Another imperial silhouette, broad and muscular with a giant axe on his back, waved a hand.
"The special power within your body..."
"Thank you both for your understanding. Please, sit over here." She led them to a sofa nearby and poured them two cups of hot water.
Zhang Qiujing simply did not believe there was any miraculous pill in this world capable of bringing the dead back to life. Even if there was, that vile demon would never kindly give it to the Treebird Tribe as an act of charity.
She was filled with humiliation, yet even more sorrowful. She had already seen it last night: before power and authority, people at the bottom were like ants. Others did not even need to lift a hand to crush them to death. She could not even fight to the bitter end and seek justice for herself, because she still had to survive.
Yan Tuan knew that he could never gain even the slightest advantage through words, so he pretended not to hear Ye Xia'er's remark and ignored it entirely.
"If you don't sleep now, it'll be dawn soon." Seeing the wicked grin on his face, she dared not go back to sleep.
Against wooden men like these, all they needed were long spears, pikes, or even halberds. With the cooperation of several or even a dozen people, they could chop those wooden men into pieces.
Wei Qing reached out and