But... when the Green Star Clan began to pave their way,
this Chaos Deathly Mist was absolutely the last fire to burn the ecology of their Green Star Clan.
The more Tuck threatened,
the more cautious Feiklais became.
Taking a deep breath, Feiklais spoke in a deep voice,
"Tuck, you are pushing too hard. Do you really think we, the Green Star Clan, are afraid of you, Tuck Ramore?"
"After all, we, the Green Star Clan, are the supreme beings in this Chaos Main World."
"Even facing various pressures, our Green Star Clan can still eliminate you by retracting our forces."
Tuck merely glanced at Feiklais indifferently and sneered,
"Isn't your continuous effort aimed at annihilating us?"
"When you were erasing us, I never saw a trace of pity in you."
"When the scythe blade of death descends upon you, you beg for mercy."
"I have no doubt that when I treat you with kindness, what would be returned is endless revenge and malice."
