"Ooo~"
"Ooo~~~" Amidst the tragic battlefield, two long wolf howls suddenly rang out.
The streets and alleys under the cold rainy night seed even more desolate.
"Fire LuLu, Fierce Boar Charge!" Li ngnan sat atop Yiren's back, watching the Golden Lion Strongman struggling like a trapped beast.
"Lu!" The burly Fire LuLu, with his round, bulging belly, charged nacingly forward.
Just a second before Fire LuLu collided with the strongman, a layer of purple energy suddenly wrapped around his body.
"Whoosh..."
"Ah!" The sound of the Demon Breath Battle Robe shattering mingled with the strongman's screams, echoing together.
Fire LuLu kept charging forward in big strides, but the Golden Lion Giant, like a kite with a cut string, was flung far into the shop along the street.
"Thud!" The strongman crashed heavily into the shop, triggering another wave of stone and wood collapsing.
But Fire LuLu didn't care at all, plunging right in.
Li ngnan sighed inwardly, glancing all around.
Chaos-stricken street view, shattered buildings, and still, fallen figures everywhere.
This was already the third street cleared by the Yan Organization.
This battle was at last reaching its end.
"Third Sister." The girl called softly, her long legs gently squeezing Yiren's deer flank.
Yet just as Yiren sprang out, Du Yu, riding on Bai Yujing, had already landed beside the swaying Lin Shiwei.
"What's wrong?" Du Yu's face was full of worry as he leaned down, reaching out to catch the girl.
Bai Yujing was even quicker; she tilted her antlers, hooked the girl's delicate body, and lifted Lin Shiwei onto her back.
"Oh!" Du Yu quickly wrapped his arms around Lin Shiwei's slender waist.
He set the girl in front of him, seating her sideways on the deer's back: "What's wrong, Shiwei?"
Lin Shiwei sounded a bit apologetic: "Overused the Spiritual Artifact, spent too much Demon Breath."
Actually, she'd already noticed that Ancient Spiritual Artifacts consud a trendous amount of Demon Breath.
She shouldn't have granted Fire LuLu the Dragon Pattern Power just now.
But...
Seeing her teammates fighting desperately on the battlefield, Lin Shiwei just couldn't help wanting to support her companions.
And this recent mont was a microcosm of her actions during the entire battle.
The Demon Breath within Lin Shiwei was at its limit.
Since becoming a Great Demon Tar, she had never been lacking in Demon Breath.
After all, she only really used up energy when driving the Demon Soldier Finger Tiger.
But this new Contracted Ancient Spiritual Artifact·Dragon Pattern Bracelet was simply a bottomless devourer of Demon Breath...
"It's nothing, don't worry." Du Yu put an arm around the girl's shoulders to steady her, then placed a hand on her back.
Du Yu called out in his mind: "Little Fen Yang, can you help Sister Shiwei?"
Little Fen Yang's voice was soft and sweet: "Mm, okay~"
In an instant, surges of pure Demon Breath poured out from the Spirit Ruins Acupoint·Shadow Gu Tower.
The mysterious Golden Crow rolled up with endless Demon Breath, channeling it in through Du Yu's palm, pouring into the girl's body.
"Mm~" Lin Shiwei let out a contented, nasally sound; her exhausted body was instantly reinvigorated!
She turned her head slightly, lifting her gaze to look at Du Yu.
Du Yu explained: "Shadow Gu Tower."
"Mm." Lin Shiwei's shoulder rested snugly against Du Yu's chest. She lowered her head and said softly, "I'll make sure to allocate my Demon Breath more reasonably next ti."
Du Yu didn't mind much; he trusted the girl's abilities.
Co to think of it, this awe-inspiring and commanding General Lin had determined the fates of so many people on the battlefield.
But in front of him, she always acted so obediently.
This scene really was... well, peculiar.
Du Yu consoled: "After all, it was your first ti; it's normal to lack experience."
Lin Shiwei: "..."
"Third Sister?" Li ngnan rode Yiren closer, face full of concern. "You?"
"I'm fine." Lin Shiwei imdiately leapt down from the deer's back, standing steadily on the wet street.
Li ngnan wanted to say sothing more, but the words caught in her throat.
Faintly, the sound of a flute enveloped the city at dawn.
"The Last Tribe"
The mournful, desolate flute lody fit so perfectly with the war-ravaged, ruined city.
And, with the flute sound empowered by the Spiritual Artifact, the warriors' agitated hearts gradually cald down.
Desolation everywhere, a lancholic flute tune.
What people saw and heard clashed against the peace within their hearts.
Li ngnan whispered, "Is it over?"
The rain was still falling, aning Fu Jianzhou was still watching over the whole situation.
At this mont, he chose to play West Xia's Flute, soothing the soldiers on the battlefield—it undoubtedly ant the war was over.
"Ooo~~~"
From afar, a deep bear's roar echoed.
The giant Tai Sui God stood tall at the center of the street, gently tapping the ground with his massive bamboo staff.
"Eee~"
"Eee!" One after another, Little Chi Bears scurried out from under Tai Sui's bamboo, running in all directions.
"Hiss!" A Cave Salamander from Gossoxone's military police stood at full alert, staring at the approaching Chi Bear.
It was not fooled by the Chi Bear's adorable appearance.
Seeing the Chi Bear drawing closer and closer, the Cave Salamander finally couldn't hold back—shooting out a "Sharp Water Needle."
"Sss!" The Little Chi Bear was instantly punctured, dissolving into scattered green glimrs.
The Cave Salamander froze a mont, then quickly crawled forward, allowing the green light dots to rge into its body.
Scenes like this unfolded all over the chaotic streets and ruined shops.
The Little Chi Bears were like dics on the battlefield, constantly running everywhere.
One by one, the battered, wounded Demon Spirit Military Police and Demon Pets, under the care of the Little Chi Bears, were healed.
At so point, the steady rain had turned to sleet mixed with snow.
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