The enormous Mo Kirin roared towards the sky in grief, "Oglas, do you think I would let any of you walk away alive at this moment? The Golden Winged Roc is about to die, and so should all of you, each selfish and despicable in your own way. Do you think I would risk my Tingting being plagued by your kind? You all deserve to die. Golden Winged Roc, whatever you have to say now is too late. Do you think I would ever believe your words? It's amusing to know that even a ten-thousand-year old ferocious beast can fear. But now, it's time for all of you to die."