“Bastard!”5

Wielding the white bone bow, the leader of the Feather race roared furiously. But other than seething with anger and shouting, he couldn’t do anything else. He could only watch as the flame lotus exploded in front of him.3

BOOM!3

The engulfing flames devoured the space, roasting all members of the Feather race to a crisp, save for the young leader and his eight generals. In an instant, a nauseating scent of charred flesh permeated the air.8

The young leader, however, was truly resilient. He withstood Long Chen’s attack head-on, sustaining minimal injuries aside from his wings turning a bit black.1

At this moment, a young maiden in a colorful...1