Threatened like this, the blood flames around Fang Hui surged skyward with a boom, raising the surrounding temperature by more than ten degrees.
The Angel race's demand was nothing less than naked extortion.
Naturally, Fang Hui was unwilling to accept it.
But he also knew the leader of Shelter No. 3.
To gain a firm foothold in a shelter and become its leader required not only strength, but also intelligence and methods.
And Shelter No. 3's leader was a ruthless man with a vicious mind and an iron hand.
If they truly had to face Shelter No. 3's leader, they feared they would not only have to leave behind all the flesh and blood they had gathered, but might even suffer casualties among their shelter companions.
At this point, it was obvious they could not win.
Fang Hui thought of running.
But Shelter No. 3's leader was drawing closer and closer. They would not get far before being caught. When that happened, the outcome would surely be even more tragic than waiting helplessly for death.
Run, and they would die. Stay, and they would die!
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Fang Hui decided to risk everything.
"Even if we die, we'll drag you down with us as padding beneath our backs! Brothers, kill them!" Fang Hui roared, releasing his attack at the same time.
Under his control, the blood flames formed a sea of fire that engulfed the Angel race member.
The Angel race member could only passively manipulate Light Power, condensing light feathers for defense and trying to stall until Shelter No. 3's leader arrived.
Seeing that something was wrong, the flying members of Shelter No. 3 all grabbed their weapons and launched attacks on the members of Shelter No. 5.
Han Wu was one of