Tohru set down the squid tentacles in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned to Pops.
"Sir, those things you said had just woken up... what did you mean?"
His voice was quiet, but clear enough in the silent stadium.
Jackie Chan had been talking to Viper. At those words, his smile froze, and he turned around.
"Pops?"
Captain Black also stepped closer, his brows already furrowed.
"What did you just say?"
El Toro Fuerte and Parker exchanged a glance, putting away their celebratory expressions.
Viper's gaze settled on Pops. She had known him for so long that she knew the old man never said things like that without a reason.
"It looks like this world won't be getting any peace."
Pops did not immediately answer their questions.
He lifted his head and gazed quietly at the stars, seemingly communicating mentally with something.
Soon, Pops sighed.
"Good Chi."
"Good Chi just informed Pops."
"Those demons from ancient times... are awakening."
At the edge of the stadium, Hak Foo took a bite of his hot dog and stopped halfway through chewing.
The bag in Lassoo's hand swayed.
Zhou's can of Coca-Cola stopped at his lips.
Finn's straw gave a hollow gurgle.
"Demons... from ancient times?"
Jackie repeated those words, his voice tight.
He had seen far too many demons. Shendu, Xiao Long, and the Ice Crew—every one of them had been more than enough trouble for him.
But Pops had said ancient times, and those words sent a chill down his back.
"Pops, what level are we talking about?"
Captain Black took a step forward, his instincts as a captain making him immediately begin assessing the threat.
"Are they powerful? How do they compare to Shendu and the others?"
"In terms of individual strength and the threat they