After the golden radiant light dispersed, it took more than ten seconds before a shadow emerged from the ground.
She raised her head, gazing at the sky, looking at the Other Shore and Solan disappearing into the castle, speechless with emotion.
"There's no helping it, let this Demon King lend you a hand!"
Meiliya thought of saying this, but now she was dumbfounded on the spot, "Hey, I haven't gotten on the ride yet!"
Her shout reminded the metal creations that were flipped out by the Other Shore's aftermath. She was the only living being left on this battlefield, and naturally, all those cold gazes concentrated on her.
Meiliya admitted she was sweating.
Earlier, she had tried to launch a sneak attack on these twisted creations; the results were obvious.
The ten-meter-tall stitched monster on the battlefield, taller than a house, was her "masterpiece."
