Atop the towering walls of the Great Wall.
A petite young girl sat leisurely on the shoulder of a giant standing a full three zhang tall, her bare feet dangling beneath a short skirt that barely reached her knees.
The contrast between her dainty figure and the giant's massive, burly frame could not have been more striking.
A string of bright-red sugar-coated haws hung from the girl's mouth. Her clear, almond-shaped eyes swept coldly over the area beneath the thousand-zhang wall.
The Demon Race army surged toward them like a dark tide.
Her pale, tender feet dangled in the air, gently swinging back and forth as if rippling the surface of a still lake. She looked utterly at ease.
The giant beneath her was all knotted muscle, hard as rock, his dark skin gleaming like forged black iron.
He gripped a massive mountain-splitting axe in his hand.
Unlike the almost indifferent calm in the girl's eyes, a fury ready to erupt burned in the giant's bell-like eyes.
"City Lord."
An old man with a head of white hair and beard hurried over. Facing the giant's shoulder, he bowed deeply, his manner utterly reverent.
"I know, damn it. Spare me the nonsense."
The girl was named He Yeye. She crunched the sugar-coated haws in her mouth, then spat out the hawthorn seed with a "ptoo."
Though He Yeye looked no older than a one-meter-forty little girl, she was actually five thousand years old. She was an Ascension Realm cultivator and the City Lord of this Demon Suppressing City.
"Old Yue Kan's finally lost patience. After all this time glaring at those beasts, we've been locked in a stalemate for long enough."
He Yeye swallowed the last hawthorn, then carelessly tossed the bare bamboo skewer toward the battlefield.
"Pass down my City