"Crunch! Crunch..."
The earth wall of the Human Race Corps gradually peeled off, and the endless tree branches inside serving as rebar also slowly detached.
Without the sound barrier of the earth wall, the Summer Nightingale's Song became even more melodious and pleasant!
Under the incessant bird calls, the Youhan Technique of the Cold Race troops was suppressed to the point that they couldn't raise their heads, utterly incapable of causing any mental interference to the Human Race or Beast Race.
Of course, at this moment, the Cold Race troops no longer had leisure to care eastward.
Facts proved that those Male Emperor's Ministers who were previously trampled underfoot and buried alive by Langao were indeed in the minority.
The vast majority of Cold Race troops are utterly loyal to the Youhan Tree, even willing to die!
To Celestial Cyan Porcelain, the Cold Beasts were no more than ants trying to shake a giant tree.
Want to die?
I'll send you.
