C702 Golden Temple

As the White Elephant spat out a bloody, three-headed, six-armed Asura's head, the atmosphere in the square reached its peak.

As expected, the next thing to do was the grand award ceremony.

"What are we going to do?"

Rome looked at the Demon Stainner who was dancing in the air with all his attention. He squeezed out a word, "Wait."

Kian did not want to waste time