"Your Majesty… Do we really have to hand over the sacred remains of the Sacred Spirit?" A legendary Desolate race figure asked in a helpless manner.
The former Desolate Queen did not answer. She used all her remaining strength to hug Jiang Xiaorou like she wanted to merge her daughter into her own body…
She truly did not know how to resolve the situation. The Sacred Spirit had protected the Desolate race for tens of millions of years, sacrificing its life for the Desolate race, so how could she hand over the Sacred Spirit's corpse?
The Sacred Spirit did not belong to the Desolate race, to begin with. She did not have the right to use the Sacred Spirit's corpse to exchange for her daughter's life.
At that moment, Shepherd Boy was standing beside her. He had a deadpan expression, but the look in his eyes was fearsome. Many legendary Desolate race figures present had known Shepherd Boy for years, but they had never seen him in such a murderous state.
