"Heh heh, humans. Earlier, I wondered who had killed a Dragon Savage Pig. Never did I expect it to be lowly humans." A Dragon-Man sneered, his gaze hostile as he looked at Xia Ping and the others.
"Ha ha, looks like we're in luck today. Not only do we get half a Dragon Savage Pig, but we can also slaughter plenty of humans. That counts as a tremendous merit."
"Humans, meeting us is your misfortune. Kill yourselves at once. It'll still be better than suffering a fate worse than death later."
"That's right, kill yourselves immediately. I don't want to kill you and dirty my hands."
The Dragon-Men clamored, ordering Xia Ping and the others to kill themselves. They looked at them as though they were livestock awaiting slaughter, not taking them seriously in the slightest.
Especially since they had three King-class experts here—they had them completely in their grasp.
"Damn it, what rotten luck."
"How did we run into the Dragon-Man Race? And they even have three King-class experts."
"Surrender is impossible. All we can do is fight."
"That's right. Even if we die, we have to make them lose a tooth."
Baili Guang and the others gritted their teeth. Encountering this group of Dragon-Men, every one of them was steeped in despair. They believed they were doomed this time, with no chance at all of escaping these Dragon-Men.
Yet even so, they had no intention of surrendering. At worst, they would die fighting here.
They clenched their fists until veins bulged, determined to drag a few Dragon-Men down with them before they died.
"Oh? These mongrel humans seem to want to resist."
A yellow-robed King-class Dragon-Man wore a savage expression as he cracked his fists, cruelty gleaming in his eyes.
"Even ants cling to life, much less humans.