"Abel of the demon sandalwood sheep race, Festa of the nine-headed bird race... Abel, Festa..." The magnate took a deep breath, suppressing the raging killing emotions in his heart.
For a moment, his heart was filled with bitterness. He knew that he could not just go over and kill those two totems to take revenge. As one of the rulers of the human race, Zhong Hen had to consider the big picture before every decision. Acting impulsively would only put the human race in a disadvantageous position, and every mistake would mean the deaths of living people.
The great war between the human race and the foreign races could not be caused by a personal grudge, otherwise, the disastrous consequences after the great war might very well be on a certain person.
