On an island far from the mainland, Lin Yi faced nearly a thousand Winged Race members in the sky and on the ground, his expression still as calm as still water, without a ripple.
At this moment, he was looking at Brens, patiently awaiting the other party's answer.
If conflict could be avoided, Lin Yi sincerely did not want to act against this 'troubled' race.
After all, during that time, this race had already endured too much hardship for the sake of some people's desires to grow stronger.
If they had been killed by the Demon Race on the anti-demon battlefield, Lin Yi wouldn't have felt this way, as dying on the anti-demon battlefield was just defending their homeland.
Even death was willing for their own race and this land, a meaningful death.
But the fact was, their disappeared clansmen did not die gloriously on the anti-demon battlefield, but were killed under the knife of the Hundred Races' desires.
