"Aren't beasts born to be human tools? They refuse to serve me, so I can only use my means to force them." Sikong Yanya sat on the big branch of the tree and leaned slightly.
"Does this mindset belong to everyone here?" Shenlian Yingyue played with the purple flower in her hand.
"This is common sense here. Only you feel pity for those beasts. Here, power takes everything. The strong can be the ruler, and the weak have no right to speak. Power is everything. Either we die, or they die. If the beasts here are stronger than human beings, they will force human beings to be their slaves and hand over the territories to them."
"The human being fought with other races. The other races fought with human beings. Whoever is the winner will have the privilege to sit on the throne and control the world and their fates. The losers will become the winners' slaves."
