The face of the Wings Race's man was malignant; his eyes shot out a cold ray of light. A flow of murderous aura slowly spread out from his gray wings all of a sudden. Gently flapping his wings, the man of the Wings Race deliberately moved towards Shi Yan. Sharp wind swords condensed and emitted dazzling splendid light on his way approaching Shi Yan. The wind power hidden inside those swords was very terrifying.
"Stupid humankind, I will make you wish that you would be better dead than alive. The one who insults Han Long doesn't dream to have an easy death."
When the Wings Race's man flapped his wings, each of the sharp wind swords shrieked and flew out, creating many glowing lights in the air flaring up and immediately disappearing.
The other two men of the Wings Race with cold, gloomy eyes were behind him, one on the left and one on the right. They were protecting the man in the middle.