Mo Chi opened his mouth, but eventually closed it.
Fengying's situation was not quite right.
What kind of existence was that strange bird with rainbow-colored feathers?
When the experts of the various races saw Yi Yuejun, they could not help but retreat.
The seven-colored bird was terrifying.
From this situation, they could tell that Fengying would not be able to help them deal with Xia.
Mo Chi's face darkened.
"Mo Chi, do you want to fight?"
Xia looked coldly at Mo Chi.
"Xia, are you sure you can stop us?"
Mo Chi's demonic snake-like hair fluttered in the wind.
His eyes were cold.
"Humans should be like rats and ants. They should hide in their caves and scurry about. That's all they are capable of."
"Could it be that you think you can protect the human race?"
Mo Chi's eyes were filled with ferocity.
