"Coo~ Coo~~!"
Not far from the frontline, in a forest, a charming and loud shout leapt through the trees, turning into a purple whirlwind that crashed into the Demon King's chest.
Vivian tightly hugged the Demon King's waist with both hands, her smooth purple hair rubbing back and forth against his chest, with a deep affection flickering in her ruby-like eyes, as if she wanted to make up for all the time they hadn't seen each other in one go.
Meanwhile, a short distance behind Vivian, a special force of five hundred people stood silently on a clearing.
They wore long robes as white as snow, with their hoods hanging low, covering most of their faces.
On their chests and backs were printed two blood-red, intersecting swords, exuding a chilling aura of slaughter.
It seemed to be their emblem.
Next to Luo Yan, Erin looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of them in surprise, releasing her hand from the sword hilt unconsciously.
"Vivian? What are you doing here?"
