Screams came one after another.

Even the regular army in southern Xinjiang is not the opponent of the Beast God Army. These unarmed people, those defenders holding waste Rewu, are purely here to give away their heads.

They did not practice the Blood-killing Tribulation, but they were all red-eyed.

One person after another fell down.

One after another rushed up.

"Retreat! Go quickly! You guys go quickly!"

The rage orchid roared shrillly, like a female wolf in desperate situation.

The Beast God Army's butcher knife was still sharp, but as time went by, as more and more people died tragically under their swords, ripples appeared in their hearts.

These fierce human races are completely different from the pets kept in captivity on the Beast God Continent.

But they are just as weak.

Why?

Do they all yearn for death?

Are they so unafraid of death? They don’t regard their lives as life?

Why?

Until a six-winged tiger from the beast royal family rolled up a defender in military uniform with his tail, and roared and asked in half-baked human language: "Why are you going to die?"

"For...our...home! We..."

The defender looked only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His young face was full of pain. He used all his strength to pull out a hair from the tail of the six-winged tiger.

That's all.

What you give is young life.

The six-winged tiger gently put down the corpse.

Its eyes were confused.
Chapter completed!