"What will it be this time?" Cheyenne is looking forward to looking at the invincible killer of bone-gnawing ants ahead. Those transformed animals are all for nothing, which will consume DeSalle’s strength to a greater extent.
The footsteps of the sky are getting closer and closer, and the dense forest trees seem to be torn apart. A terrible wound appears in Cheyenne’s ear from a distance. Looking down the sound, I see an unusually tall figure trampling on the tall trees, slowly coming along with its tall footsteps, and the ancient