Back on the city walls, old man Mo’s face was calm on the surface, but his inner heart was like the raging seas. The skies were filled with red clouds in the distance, an ominous sign.
The beast stampede was approaching from the distance. Before long, all hell was going to break loose.
No one within the Long Yuan dynasty had any confidence towards defending against this beast stampede. In the previous few stampedes, they still harbored hope for life. But there wasn’t any single bit of hope this time around.
"Kid, if you’re afraid, you can go and hide first. Otherwise, when the stampede finally arrives, it’ll be too late for you." Looking at Lin Fan standing there in a relaxed manner, old man Mo said in a displeased tone.