The land the Da Alliance was located at was still barren. A Goshawk with a wingspan of over 100 meters extended its wings and soared to the sky.
As the hegemon of this barren land, the goshawk, which had a Planet-Grade cultivation base, was much more intelligent than normal humans.
It looked down at the humans who were scrambling to hide while smiling to itself.
It would never forget that it had been just a small hawk struggling to survive in the wild, while the Human Tribe had been the rulers of this land just a year ago.
Just when it had thought that it would only live under the thumb of the Human Tribe for the rest of its life, a loud and mighty voice had echoed from the sky.
It had never heard of this language before, but it had somehow understood what the voice was saying.
Deprive, deprive, deprive!
