Buildings within the city rose exaggeratedly, one cluster after another, densely packed like bamboo shoots sprouting from the ground.
Silhouettes continuously bustled about.
An indescribable sense of busyness and splendor.
It took her several years and all kinds of means to develop the Barbarian City, yet it was nowhere close to matching this city which had only been developing for a few months.
At this moment, she directly felt the gap between the two sides.
Previously, she was proud and conceited, even believing that her territory's construction was nearing perfection and would definitely lead the barbarians to rise.
There was an inexplicable sense of shame in her heart.
Pathetic and laughable! Compared to the other side, she was nothing.
Lear didn't notice Betina's internal emotional fluctuations. After landing on the ground, he immediately waved his hand to stop the patrolling Dark Naga, instructing them to take Betina to Bain.
