There are still four hours until dawn.
Apart from the little girl, no one else in the Flame Demon Tribe is asleep.
The fervent construction has also come to a halt, and all in the tribe, regardless of age or gender, have gathered on the city walls.
The elite warriors stood in front, with the elderly and weak behind them.
All had their eyes closed to rest, yet their hands continued to grip their weapons.
Now everyone knew that in another four hours, the energy shield would dissipate and the great battle would begin.
Everyone across tens of thousands of square kilometers, especially countless exiles and members of the Near-Human Tribe who had lost their homes, awaited this battle with their eyes fixed on the Flame Demon Tribe.
If they won this battle, the Flame Demon Tribe would enter a period of rapid expansion, soaring to new heights.
Lanling was not on the city walls; he was eating.
