Atop the towering walls of the Great Wall of China.
A petite, barefoot girl in a short skirt that barely reached her knees sat leisurely on the shoulder of a giant who stood a full three zhang tall.
The girl's delicate, petite frame formed an extremely sharp contrast with the giant's huge, burly physique.
The girl chewed on a skewer of bright red tanghulu, her clear, almond-shaped eyes coldly scanning the area below the thousand-zhang-high wall.
The Demon Race army surged toward them like a black tide.
Her fair, delicate feet dangled in the air, swinging gently back and forth. Her posture was so leisurely, it was as if she were stirring the calm surface of a lake.
As for the giant beneath her, his muscles were corded like hard rock, and his dark skin had the sheen of forged black iron.
He gripped a massive Mountain-Cracking Axe in his hand.
