Chapter 942 The Angry Silver Scale Race, The Determination of the Giant Spirit King (1)

Gruu- The Silver Scale King spat out a mouthful of blood. The members of the silver scale race beside him hurriedly supported him.

The Silver Scaled King was disheveled, and his face was full of hatred.

“Golden-winged roc race, this isn’t over!” he said through gritted teeth.

When the army of the silver scale race rushed to the golden-winged roc race’s territory with Elder Luo’s corpse, the Silver Scale King and the Golden-Winged Roc King had been fighting fiercely.

When Elder Luo’s corpse was thrown at the entrance of the stronghold, the Golden-Winged Roc King was furious.

When he saw the silver scale race attack the golden-winged roc race indiscriminately, the Golden-Winged Roc King’s anger was completely uncontrollable.

At that time, he no longer considered how this matter had happened.

The golden-winged roc race’s elder had been killed, and his corpse was thrown at their door. How could the golden-winged roc race endure this?

It was the same for the silver scale race. The golden-winged roc race might have been wronged, but all the silver scale race members had seen Elder Luo rush into their stronghold and start a massacre.

Even the stronghold had been reduced to ruins by Elder Luo. This was simply slapping the silver scale race in the face.

If they didn’t fight back, they would definitely become the laughingstock of all the races in the world in the future.

Both sides attacked in anger, and the battle was abnormally tragic.

The golden-winged roc race ranked sixth among all the races in the world, while the silver scale race ranked ninth. The difference between the two races was not much.

The strength of the two races was similar, so it was naturally impossible for a one-sided battle to happen.

The result was naturally an internecine outcome, and both races suffered heavy casualties.

In the end, both sides couldn’t take it anymore and retreated.

With many injuries, the Silver Scale King led the army of the silver scale race in a strategic retreat, preparing to return to their stronghold to rest before counterattacking.

If they didn’t teach the golden-winged roc race a lesson, all the races in the world would think that the silver scale race was an easy target!

“King…” a weak voice said to him.

“What is it?” the Silver Scale King said angrily. He wasn’t in a good mood now.

“The stronghold is gone…” There was panic in the voice of the silver scale race member, as well as doubt and confusion.

“What do you mean the stronghold is gone? Have you been beaten silly by the golden-winged roc race?” the Silver Scale King said angrily.

He raised his head and looked ahead. He frowned as a bad feeling flashed through his heart. “Where are we? Did we go the wrong way?”

“We didn’t go the wrong way,” the silver scale race member whispered. “That poplar tree was personally planted by you when you were young. After passing it, it should be the territory of our silver scale race.

“But now…”

He rubbed his eyes and looked ahead again. The scene that should have been incomparably familiar was completely gone.

The Silver Scale King panted heavily. Since the silver scale race members could tell, how could he not?

The surrounding scene was familiar and unfamiliar, but their stronghold was gone!

Not only was their stronghold gone, but even the area around the stronghold was gone. “Golden-winged roc race!” The Silver-Scale King gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t believe that this had nothing to do with the golden-winged roc race.

Gruu- The Silver Scale King spat out a mouthful of blood due to his injuries. Then he closed his eyes and fell backward with a thud.

“King!” the people of the silver scale race exclaimed and surrounded him.

“Our home is gone!” an expert of the silver scale race shouted angrily. “All of this is due to the golden-winged roc race. We will fight the golden-winged roc race to the death!”

“To the death!” the silver scale race roared. They were full of fighting spirit!

Outside the giant spirit race’s stronghold, a team of giant spirit warriors supported each other and walked toward their stronghold.

All of them were injured, and without the help of their companions, they could barely walk, but all of them looked excited.

At the front, the Giant Spirit King, Cang Huan, was lying on a simple stretcher. A few giant spirits with minor injuries were dragging the stretcher forward.

Compared to the messy appearance of the giant spirit race, Ji Lutian was a stark contrast. He flew in midair with his hands behind his back. His clothes were spotless, and he looked like an immortal.

“Cang Huan, your giant spirit race has struck gold this time,” Ji Lutian said.

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Ji.” Cang Huan’s voice was weak, but he couldn’t hide the excitement on his face.

After the battle, the giant spirit race had wiped out the black feather race. Although they had suffered heavy casualties, in comparison, they were full of confidence and pride!

From now on, the giant spirit race went from being at the bottom of the ancient races to the middle. They could even look forward to going to the top.

This was something Cang Huan didn’t even dare to think about before.

The giant spirit race had a chance of flourishing in his hands. So what if he was seriously injured?

“How are you going to thank me?” Ji Lutian said.

Cang Huan: ”

Ji Lutian didn’t act according to common sense. Aren’t you on the same side as Brother Zhou?

Didn’t we agree that half of the gains of the giant spirit race would belong to you? You need another thank-you gift? “Mr. Ji, what do you need?” Cang Huan asked.

He wasn’t afraid of paying more. To be able to invite an expert like Ji Lutian to help, it was worth it no matter how much he had to pay.

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