Chapter 349: A Long Day, The Intense Noon_3

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, "God of Death Great Chief" Xiulote raised an eyebrow. Ozoma also looked up in surprise.

Balamo paused for a moment, then remembered His Highness's new title from the past two years. His expression unchanged, he continued to sing loudly.

"But the power of the God of Death is always eternal! The fickle fate, like clouds, changes, but ultimately, the drizzle falls. Just as the life of the warrior, destined to wither in the hands of the supreme God of Death!..."

"Enough! Balamo, the poem is well done."

Xiulote waved his hand, and Balamo obediently fell silent. Xiulote then pondered for a while before looking to his side.

"Ozoma, it seems Chichika has made up his mind to resist to the end. The sun has already risen to mid-sky, and reinforcements in the valley might arrive at any moment... I do not wish for many warriors to fall. Do you have any suggestions?"