To be honest, Babaya did not understand why Tang Qi had appeared here.
In her view, she should never have been able to see him again in this lifetime—
He would have fled, running as far away as he possibly could.
That was the only reasonable conclusion after realizing that an entire Beastfolk tribe stood behind her.
Only an army could fight an army.
That was also why that skilled human wielding a curved blade had not dared to remain entangled with the Beastfolk.
But who could have imagined that after only three months, she would be given a chance to take revenge on him—
That stupid human actually dared to come back and seek revenge on her?
What a joke.
So what if he had gathered a team?
A knight with a broken sword, a one-eyed Dwarf, a little wolf pup, a Kobold, a Pseudodragon...
And a Poet who brought a Lute onto the battlefield.
Was there even a single normal person among them?
Such a bizarre team would probably be laughed at even on the Southern Great Wall.
Perhaps he had something to rely on—no, he definitely possessed some treasure that gave him the nerve to return with such a pile of useless trash.
"But I have so many soldiers under my command that their spit alone could drown you!"
As a prophet, she seemed to have already seen how today would end.
"Chop them to pieces! We're having extra meat tonight!"
"Hoo! Hah!"
"Hoo! Hah!"
"Hoo! Hah!"
The Beastfolk's synchronized battle cry became the horn signaling their charge.
Over a hundred Beastfolk flooded into the stables. Shivana forced herself to rise and shouted at the Beastfolk around her,
"Stop right there, damn it! I haven't lost yet! The gladiatorial match isn't over!"
Though it was admittedly a