Chapter 1182 - Rain Summoning Art
If they hadn't been packed so tightly together that they couldn't move, those dark-skinned locals would probably have dropped to their knees already.
Hakuna Matata!
The four dancers following Li Bai knew nothing about it, though. They thought the native Africans had willingly made way for them.
The Great Demon had openly used magic more than once by now.
When the dense crowd parted, the tribal chiefs who had finally caught sight of the "China Tribe" Wizards couldn't help but draw a collective, sharp breath.
Did they really have to dress so outrageously?
They were practically blinding everyone!
It wasn't just the tribal chiefs. Even the Wizards from the various tribes were so envious they could have cried.
Damn, the Chinese were rich! Were the things they wore and carried all divine artifacts?
If the other side hadn't had people with guns, the tribal chiefs might have gathered together right then and there to plot a big-time robbery.
The four Chinese soldiers serving as dancers quickened their pace, then nimbly performed a backflip onto the stage one after another, their movements perfectly synchronized.
That brief display of skill made the dark-skinned locals' eyes light up. Cheers rose one after another, and they howled with excitement.
The Chinese performance was completely beyond their expectations. The locals, who rarely had any form of entertainment, were all thrilled and filled with anticipation.
"Ha!"
Li Bai, standing in the middle of the earthen platform, swung his staff and let out a loud shout.
"Ha!!!!"
The dancers, positioned on all four sides around him, shouted along and stamped their feet hard in unison.
The five men's shouts were so loud that the dark-skinned locals covered their ears. They had never imagined a human voice could be that powerful; even