He had come this far, and there was no way he could leave now. Li Mu Yang simply threw caution to the winds.
I am Li Mu Yang, the only dragon of Shenzhou, one of the dragons who once drove you out—no, in this life, I am the Dragon King's spokesman. What can you possibly do to me?
After shouting those words, Li Mu Yang instantly felt his spirit soar and his blood surge. He looked like a martyr marching bravely to his death, as if saying, If I do not enter hell, who will?
At that moment, his chest was thrust out proudly, his eyes hardened, and his expression showed no fear of death.
There was only one innocent and pure thought in his heart: in front of a host of devils, he absolutely could not let humanity lose face.
I am the spokesman for humanity and the dragons!
But the result did not unfold as he had expected.
Below the priest's platform, all the three-eyed devils of the Devil Race stared at Li Mu Yang in confusion, utterly bewildered. Green drool dripped down their mouths. What is this human saying? He looks delicious.
They could not understand what Li Mu Yang had shouted.
Of course, Black Star Priest and Wind Bandit Priest were stingy too. They did not agree to translate Li Mu Yang's words for their clansmen.
Soon, Li Mu Yang discovered the problem.
He turned to Black Star Priest and Wind Bandit Priest and said, "Sorry for the trouble, could you two translate for me? I want to communicate with your Devil Race. Look, they seem eager to hear it too."
"Li Mu Yang, do you really think this has any meaning?" Wind Bandit Priest looked at Li Mu Yang and said calmly, "The Abyss Clan