He bowed towards Huang Heixuan: "Lord Warlord! Since the Human Clan army invaded Ice State, my race has already lost thirty percent of our farmland and pastures, and the clan is in an uproar. I believe we should indeed seek a suitable opportunity to confront the Human Clan army."
Huang Heixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze cold and formidable: "What is your status that you dare to speak here?"
In Buzhou Mountain, these winged people are all slaves, their status only slightly higher than the Human Clan.
They not only lack the qualification to speak before the Giant Spirit Royal Family, but also can never awaken high-order bloodlines.
These winged people can't even dream of First Grade, let alone entering Fourth Grade.
However, south of the desert, the control of the Giant Spirits over various clans is far less than in Buzhou Mountain.
The aura of the winged person stagnated, his Primordial Spirit nearly collapsing under Huang Heixuan's oppressive thought.
