A giant cheer suddenly erupted from the long-ignored giant screen, reminiscent of the welcoming howl of the White Dragon anticipating a meal.
This was starkly different from the previous nonsensical ramblings. Hill couldn't help but turn to look... It turned out that the Undead Tribe finally had enough of admiring the beautiful elder sister and ruthlessly struck, with fiery meteors raining down crazily... They were probably planning to return to the city to rest.
Hill hadn't expected that they could hold off their deadly strike for so long, completely ignoring the hail of arrows over their heads, with many even sacrificing their own experience just to feast their eyes.
It seemed that the Zholar were indeed very pleasing to their eyes... This was the first time Hill saw them willingly sacrifice their own experience!
Hill couldn't help but glance at her spider marking: As long as that archer appeared on the giant screen, this spider web would automatically locate her position.
