The God of Misfortune Conquering the World in One Hour

After shouting, the group began to frantically run forward.

The black yak, the Manchurian Tiger, and the Donkey King were like three train engines, kicking up clouds of dust and mowing down the grass along the way.

Yellow Ox was like a four-year-old boy. His blonde hair was as lustrous as satin, and his face was fair and radiant. His eyes, under the long lashes, were accompanied by a glow of intelligence as he sat jolting on the donkey's back.

There was also a golden condor in the sky whose wingspan was 120 meters long, casting a huge shadow onto the ground as he broke through the sound barrier like a bomber plane.

The people from the corporations went dizzy because this was a fierce beast with six severed shackles radiating energy akin to the tides.

"Brother Chu, are you alright?!" The Manchurian Tiger stepped forth and opened its large mouth to reveal rows of dagger-like fangs.

The corporate scions nearby all went pale.