Wild Chicken Country.
Already plunged into the abyssal creatures' paradise, one human-like abyssal creature wandered around, mocking loudly.
"Haha, these Blue Star natives are truly feeble." One of the handsome men, dressed in splendid aristocratic attire, held a longbow adorned with fang-like decorations at the bow.
In the distance, figures were frantically fleeing, drawing bows and arrows, moments later a figure fell accompanied by a scream.
"Father!"
A high-nosed, beautiful-faced, freckled-cheeked girl among the group saw the falling figure, her blue eyes filled with sorrow.
Clenching her silver teeth, these damn abyssal creatures.
And that damn Lord of Wild Chicken Country, who surprisingly, to maintain a non-aggression pact with the abyssal creatures, sent a batch of professionals to amuse them every year.
Joan couldn't help but think of the untouched Wu Xia, who had never suffered an abyssal invasion, holding enemies at bay abroad.
