"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Thousands of Xiao Huangs shouted aloud, blocking Lu Li's path.
"Stop the terrorist attack! Stop destroying our homes!"
They held aloft banners proclaiming "Firmly Oppose Terrorism," chanting slogans over and over, and some were taking photos and shooting videos with their phones.
Seeing this, Lu Li was somewhat puzzled.
"Do these people think... I won't lay a hand on them?"
Never mind nationality, this crowd of Xiao Huangs was using Angsa language from their banners to their slogans.
If only they'd said a few words in their mother tongue, Lu Li might have had a moment of compassion and let it go.
But this attitude was completely foreign from head to toe; who would indulge them?
"Annihilation" kept on its path, stepping directly towards the crowd.
The Wing Hand's front had chillingly sharp claws, as large as a basketball court, descending from the sky—what a terrifying sight!
A group of Xiao Huangs screamed in alarm:
