The words of the Demon Race Commander not only plunged the Sea Race into despair, but also pierced Liu Li's heart like a sharp dagger.
"The Angel Race... actually colluded with the Demon Race..."
Liu Li's twelve wings twitched uncontrollably, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.
The thing she feared the most seemed to be becoming reality....
Those imprisoned clansmen are likely in grave danger!
Gu Xing keenly noticed Liu Li's emotional turmoil. He quietly reached out, gently pressing the trembling shoulders of the little angel.
The warmth from his palm gradually brought Liu Li back to her senses.
"Now isn't the time to overthink."
Upon hearing this, Liu Li slowly regained her composure.
She took a deep breath, the confusion in her eyes slowly replaced by determination.
The exact situation of her clansmen could only be known once she reached the Angel Race.
But if her clansmen have indeed met with misfortune...
A cold killing intent flashed in Liu Li's eyes.
