The strange birds that had tumbled headfirst out of the space obediently knelt in a row under the threat of Zu Yuan's drawn saber.
Of course, some were proud and arrogant, preferring death to submission.
After Zu Yuan personally sent two such unyielding birds back into their Demon God's embrace, the others settled down too.
After all, that fellow hefting a saber opposite them really dared to chop their heads off!
Sitting in his wheelchair, Ouyang curiously asked Zu Yuan what these strange birds looked like.
Yellow-skinned potatoes with wings.
That was how Zu Yuan described the strange birds before them to Ouyang.
The row of potatoes immediately raised their heads in indignation, but when they saw Zu Yuan holding his saber menacingly aloft, each tucked in their wings like a sick quail.
"Since they suddenly attacked us, why don't we slaughter them all?" Zu Yuan asked from beside him.
Hearing such murderous words, the yellow-skinned potatoes kneeling in a row could not help shuddering all over.
Ouyang, however, waved a hand and said, "Don't jump straight to fighting and killing. That's no good!"
The yellow-skinned potatoes looked at Ouyang as though they had seen their beloved Demon God caring for them.
"Pick a few fat ones to roast and eat. My mouth's been so bland lately it could hatch birds!" Ouyang said in all seriousness.
"My lords, we're the Di Jiang Clan, one of the Devil Race's Twelve Tribes!" A slightly larger yellow-skinned potato hurriedly announced their identity.
"Oh? The Di Jiang Clan? So what? Are you very good at fighting? You're exactly what we're eating!" Ouyang said affectionately.
The strange birds shrank back their necks and looked at Zu Yuan, who stood with saber in hand. Urgency showed in the eyes of a bird clearly a size larger