Bab 1624: Despair

"Fufu,"

The God clan leader sneered, "The two of you and more than 30 Ancestral Dragons alone think that you can stop the alliance of our Primordial Six Races?"

The difference in strength between them was too great and there was no way to change the situation despite Man Feng rushing over.

"Long Ran, Man Feng,"

Suddenly, the Witch clan leader chuckled. "The two of you are truly interesting. Desolate Martial is clearly a paragon of the human race. Yet, the two of you are the ones protecting his life instead of the Patriarchs of the human race. Why go through the trouble?"

"Haha,"

The Rakshasa clan leader grinned. "Patriarchs of the human race are all as cowardly as rats. They're so scared that they're hiding in the ancient battlefield and don't dare to come out at all!"

"Patriarchs of the human race are nothing but food for us,"