Except that here had no supreme sect to hide under, and the battle would be no doubt more brutal and fierce, around three times fiercer and more barbaric.
"Among thousands of races, our Blood Void cat clan was nothing but an outcast, coming here to seek refuge.
As you can guess, the battle would be no doubt brutal, and surviving is as high as the heavens.
But from being nothing but slaves, used for reconnaissance, we grew up, defeating and conquering various clans, and we rose from an outcast to a lower race, then a middle race, until we are now one of the three upper races of this Forest Jumong Area, unable to be threatened by anyone. It's why it's so peaceful around," he said, chuckling as Zeras smiled, yet his head worked at full speed thinking of the man's words, and noting something amiss.
"You seem like you now at least have a gist of the happenings," he said, resulting in a nod from Zeras.
"Yes, I do."
