Hearing Feng Shan's words, everyone looked at him.
"Since you don't believe me, why don't your Demon Phoenix race take the lead?!"
Ming Jing's eyes flickered as he looked at Feng Shan.
He felt uneasy. The Celestial Feather race hadn't fought back in days just to put up statues. He couldn't understand their motives.
With a stubborn fellow like Feng Shan, Ming Jing thought that this might be a good chance to probe the depths of the Celestial Feather race and their unique methods.
After all, according to the strength of the Celestial Feather race, there shouldn't be many Immortal experts. On the battlefield, there were about 10 of them.
"Okay, I'll lead the way then. However, my Demon Phoenix race will claim two more treasures currently held by the Celestial Feather race here!"
Feng Shan looked at the city not far away with a deep gaze.
