"West Forest Clan!"
Within a mysterious Void somewhere on Earth, Chu Feng gazed at the surging East Sea. His pupils suddenly contracted, shooting out a terrifying light.
At that moment, his entire body trembled—not from fear, but excitement. He wanted to slaughter the West Forest Clan's young geniuses and force Wei Heng to send more people. Better yet, he hoped one of that bastard's direct descendants would come, so he could personally kill Wei Heng's offspring before his eyes.
"Boom!"
Above the East Sea, a vortex of flames suddenly appeared. From across the Void, Chu Feng looked down upon the Azure Sea and fixed his eyes on the West Forest Army's elite prodigies whom Wei Heng had sent over.
"Haha, I told you this native wouldn't run. He's grown used to having everything go his way, so he's bound to be arrogant. Tell him to get over here and provoke him a little. He'll definitely fight you to the death."
Above the blue waves and white spray, several young prodigies of the West Forest Army chatted and laughed. The young man in silver armor merely glanced at Chu Feng before turning back to speak with the youth in Black Gold Armor.
"What, are you angry? In the eyes of our West Forest Clan, every living creature on this planet is a mixed-blood descendant, a lowly insect. This was originally our planet. Only pureblood clans like ours are qualified to live here. What are you people? You lost your orthodoxy long ago!"
The youth in the black Metal Battle Suit looked at Chu Feng with coldness in his eyes. His words were exceptionally harsh, and he held everyone on Earth in contempt.
At this moment, not only Chu Feng, but every native creature on Earth with even a shred of self-respect