She wore a chest guard intricately carved and quite light in design, with a sword hanging at her waist.
Her body was somewhat dirty, armor stained with monster blood, but it didn't make her look disheveled; instead, there was a sense of exuberance.
"Alright, the other four of you—you—"
Just then, an even more profound silence descended, covering the entire ice plain.
It was like... the shadow of a shark appearing above a school of fish, inducing panic and fear.
With a clang, a mug of beer fell from the hands of a dwarf.
Vire and other high-level adventurers leapt up and dashed outside the tavern.
"What's going on?"
"They're here! The enemy is here! Iron Level adventurers!"
The tavern suddenly erupted with noise, shaking the building, and everyone madly rushed outside, some even smashing through walls or breaking through roofs.
In the midst of chaos, Beia asked Li Qianxia, "Who has come?"
"My brother."
"This world is finished," the Central King said with a sneer.
