"..." The old man remained silent, deep in thought.
The man in the red robe, who was more straightforward, said impatiently, "What does this have to do with Chen Yu? Make it clear."
"Sir." The steward pursed his lips. "That divine clan messenger didn't say much to me. I also can't figure out the inevitable logical relation between slaughtering pregnant women and forcing out Chen Yu. But the messenger's intention was that Chen Yu must die. If Chen Yu doesn't die ..."
"What then?" the man in the red robe clenched his fists.
"Humanity dies ..."
"Heh heh heh, such insolent babble from a mere scrap of the divine clan." Flames twined around the man in the red robe's body. With a resentful and chilling gaze, he glared daggers at the Komodo Divine Clan.
The divine being also let out a faint sneer, fearlessly locking eyes with him.
Although a strong dragon can't suppress the local snake.
But its great Komodo Divine Clan was more than just a strong dragon.
