Hearing these words, Yang Song's reaction was surprising. His originally pale face somehow suddenly regained color, and he even showed a slight sneer.
"A pack of stray dogs also wants the high-rank oddity in my possession?"
"I, Yang Song, Prince Zhenyuan of the Blood Sui Dynasty, am nothing but a dead man in your hands, but remember this, you pack of stray dogs: it won't change the fate of your Eight-Armed Snake Demons' impending doom. The Torch Human Civilization will one day rise above your blood and bones and challenge that mythical overlord civilization!"
"The fate of the Demon Snake Floating Land cannot be altered; you can only struggle in vain like this. Hahaha..."
The roar that echoed across the starry sky abruptly ceased, and all living beings on the battlefield knew what this meant.
Prince Zhenyuan of the Blood Sui Dynasty has fallen!
This fact cast a deep shadow on the hearts of everyone in the Torch Humanity United Fleet.
