"You should do it," Xiao Ai said. "I still have a lot of things to handle."
With the strength of both hands, she dragged the monster's body, weighing tens of tons, deeper into the cave.
Meanwhile, the native people prostrated on the ground, shouting as if to a Heavenly God, "Shàn! Shàn!"
In the language of the natives, "Shàn" roughly meant respect.
Han Xiaoyue and Xiao Ai had a clear division of labor, one was in charge of combat, and the other responsible for teaching knowledge to the primitives.
As for saving humanity, that was too difficult!
Without the Captain's command, most of the functions of the Planet Fortress couldn't be freely used. Even if they could be used, the two of them were no match for the most powerful Demon King here.
Moreover, under the great oppression from the outside world, the people here were only at a tribal state, without even the concept of a nation formed; truly, they had no idea how to save them.
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