"My Winged Human Race's Empress!"
Pride appeared on Feng Yu's face.
"An Empress? This weak?"
Wang Xian blinked.
He did not know much about the Winged Human Race, but he knew they counted as a first-rate race. Otherwise, they would not have occupied an entire great world.
Yet Feng Yu was only at the Quasi-Emperor Realm Twelfth Heaven and had become the Winged Human Race's Empress. That was somewhat hard to justify!
"Yes! I'm too weak!"
Feng Yu's expression instantly fell. Her eyes began to redden, and tears welled up in them.
Wang Xian: ...
He had only told the truth. Did she have to be this upset?
Before Wang Xian could comfort her, Feng Yu continued on her own. "Our Wing Realm originally had top-tier experts. The greatest powers of our race had reached Immortal King Grade, and in the forbidden ground of our Wing Realm, there was even an Immortal Emperor Grade ancestor sleeping there. But all of that changed because of the Feathered Human Race's arrival."
By the end, Feng Yu's tone was filled with fury and killing intent.
The Feathered Human Race?
Wang Xian raised an eyebrow slightly. The Feathered Human Race and the Winged Human Race were similar in that both had wings on their backs, but their origins were completely different.
The Winged Human Race was a branch of Humans, evolving and splitting off from the Human race.
The Feathered Human Race was a race born from the union of the Angel Race and Humans.
Therefore, the wings on the backs of the Feathered Human Race were pure white, and the power they controlled was the power of light.
The Winged Human Race was different. Their wings came in all sorts of colors, changing according to the attributes of the power they wielded. Some