Night had slowly fallen.
The moon was gradually rising from the sea's surface.
Wushuang City was already filled with a powerful Spiritual Power. Attracted by this power, ancient beasts lurking nearby were all mobilized, step by step approaching Wushuang City.
Atop the city wall, Zhao Chong was gazing into the distance, preparing for the fierce battle that was about to commence, his heart constantly worried about Ye Yuqiao's situation.
Although the children had not yet been born, he could already feel the Spiritual Power within them.
Inside the room.
Ye Yuqiao's pain was still intensifying, her pale-faced visage nearly unable to open her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Chen Hao was extremely heartbroken and asked the noble lady beside him, "How much longer before the children are born?"
