The King of the Mountain looked around.
The entire city.
Empty.
——Those non-combat professionals have all retreated into the underground shelters.
Looking outside the city.
Endless black clouds were approaching.
Countless eerie fluctuations made every beast's senses overwhelmed.
"It's over!"
The Hill Chicken lamented, squealing, "Just a few of us beasts, how are we supposed to defend this? We wouldn't even be enough for the enemy's hotpot."
This echoed everyone's sentiment.
Duck jumped up, releasing its spiritual power to scan the entire city.
——No other Sequencers!
Laughable.
The "Doomsday Sequencers will enter the main history at the right time," yet they are nowhere to be seen at this moment.
"The right time"…
But the main city is about to be destroyed.
A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Duck's mind.
"Tiger," it called out loudly, "trust me, lend me the rod!"
The King of the Mountain hesitated slightly, then relaxed his brow and sighed:
