Thirty Zerg warships hovered alongside the spaceship above the Demon Territory.
Down below, the Little Demons were the first to go on alert.
Brandishing two-meter-long scythes, they looked ready to cut down the objects floating in the sky.
It was Caicai who stepped forward to stop them: "That's my Host. They're allies. Everyone, put your weapons away."
Just as Lou Yan Zhi descended on his sword, a leeks-shaped figure interrogated him sharply, "Making such a big commotion—are you trying to ascend to heaven?"
He calmly sheathed his sword and said, "There's no reason to visit empty-handed."
"I brought some interstellar specialties." Lou Yan Zhi's eyes scanned the crowd, noting the number of people present.
But there was no sign of Xiao Jinsheng.
"Interstellar specialties?" Caicai tilted its head, eyes locked on the warships overhead now on autopilot. "You raided the Zerg, didn't you?"
