More than twenty days passed in a month, and Jiang Ping'an had wiped out six major Winged Race factions that intended to refine Human Race blood essence, rescuing over twenty-five million Human Race compatriots.
To prevent the Celestial Race from discerning his pattern in rescuing the Human Race, he went to the western Central Wastelands one moment and the eastern Central Wastelands the next.
With the True Thunder Treasure Wings for travel, vast as the Central Wastelands were, crossing from south to north took him only a few days. The drawback was that it consumed a huge amount of precious Divine Lightning Crystals.
In the western Central Wastelands, Jiang Ping'an uncovered the seventh major Winged Race faction that intended to refine Human Race blood essence.
This faction was called Heaven Feather Mountain, one of the Winged Race's five great holy lands.
Jiang Ping'an flew into Heaven Feather Mountain's sphere of influence and made a slight sweep with his Spiritual Sense, discovering countless penned-up humans. He estimated there were ten million of them.
Jiang Ping'an gazed toward Heaven Feather Mountain. It was incomparably majestic, with the clouds reaching only its lower slopes. Heaven Feather Mountain had activated its defensive formation to the fullest, as though draping itself in a layer of sacred radiance that made people yearn for it.
Using the same old trick, Jiang Ping'an flew close to Heaven Feather Mountain and released a powerful aura in provocation.
Yet not a single member of the Winged Race flew out.
"Ancient Sacred Body, you slaughter innocents like this—Heaven's Dao will never tolerate you, and the Ten Thousand Races of the Great Barrens will never tolerate you! Our Winged Race is not to be bullied. You massacre our Winged Race like this; aren't you afraid that our Winged Race will slaughter every