Kapitel 150: The Sorrow of the Weak

A few minutes later, the members of the Black Feather tribe, together with Maggie and Anderson arrived in the sky above Nanxiang gathering place.

It was midnight, and most of the people in the gathering place were asleep, but there were still sentries who spotted the Black Feather tribe.

The sound of bells rang violently throughout the gathering place, waking up Lu Ming who was sound asleep.

Rubbing his eyes, Lu Ming got out of bed and went to open the window. He immediately saw the birdmen looking down from above condescendingly.

Frowning, Lu Ming decided to go outside.

…..

Led by Amang, the Black Feather tribe did not immediately start a massacre.

They simply floated in the sky above the Nanxiang gathering place, observing everything below.

A faint glimmer appeared in Amang's eyes as he nodded slightly. "There are many people, over 100,000."

This number was much higher than the population of the New York gathering place.