Before the grand banquet began.
None of the races had expected this to happen.
And now.
A choice lay before the Human Race of this land.
If they chose to submit to the Winged Human Race, the Human Race could unite and become far stronger than before.
But that choice came with a condition: every mortal and cultivator here would have to sign a Slave Contract.
"If they refuse to submit, disaster will befall the Human Race here."
The monsters and strange beasts exchanged glances. They had all reached the same conclusion.
These Black Dragon Tribe cultivators had most likely come on the Winged Human Race's orders.
The Winged Human Race was powerful—far more powerful than the five great monster races.
If the Human Race here refused.
They would face a genuine threat of extinction!
Yanlong Qian, Jin Langhui, and the others had thought of this too. For a moment, none of them spoke.
The atmosphere grew oppressive and somber, like the stillness before a mountain storm.
Jin Langhui secretly sent Yu Jiao Lan a voice transmission. "What does Ancient Wood say?"
Yu Jiao Lan shook her head. "Ancient Wood hasn't spoken yet. Don't disturb him."
Jin Langhui's heart sank.
He cast a discreet glance at Li Chang'an, his expression growing graver.
Is Ancient Wood wary of the Winged Human Race? If so, we have no choice today. We can only submit for now, preserve our race's Fire Seed, and find a way to break free later.
He had placed all his hopes in Li Chang'an.
If Li Chang'an could not do it, no one else could.
Just then.
Yanlong Qian, silent for so long, suddenly spoke. "How could the Human Race become slaves?"
His voice was low, as though he were holding back his anger.
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