His approach did not cause any change in Yang Yan's expression, not even a flicker of his brow.
"Stop!"
Before Yang Yan could speak, a voice threatened him.
The newcomer was behind the master of the Divine Race, and the voice was extremely loud.
The Divine Race member facing Yang Yan halted his steps and turned around to look at the figure approaching from behind.
The newcomer was tall and wore a wide-brimmed hat.
Standing there, he was as steady as Mount Tai.
His aura was deep, carrying a sense of majesty and oppression.
"Telling me to stop, who are you?
Dare to give me orders, seeking death, aren't you?" the Divine Race member said harshly.
"Get lost quickly, everything of the Black Feathered Flood dragon King will only belong to my Divine Race!"
He angrily ordered the tall figure wearing the hat to leave.
The tall figure with the hat let out a cold laugh.
"So what if I order you, what's so great about the Divine Race!
In my eyes, you're all destined death!"
