The sound of the zither was melodious.
It spread far over the skies of Nuwa Continent.
The next day, against the odds, Han Zhan didn't sleep in and got up early, shutting himself in his room, tinkering with something unknown.
Shang Siteng announced the matters of the Fu Xi Continent and the Crimson Insect Race to everyone, and to her surprise, not a single person showed any sign of fear.
"If there's a fight, then let's fight, who's afraid of whom?"
"Once we finish this battle, we can end the turmoil of this world. Is there anything better than that?"
"We have Lord Shang Siteng and Lord Han Zhan, what is there to fear!"
"Let those bugs see our might!"
"That's right, exactly like that."
Their confidence wasn't just in their words.
Upon hearing the news, Huo Lie led the people of Flame Village directly into the Gladiatorial Arena, studying and adapting to the Residual Fire Armor.
