Zhan Feng's knuckles cracked audibly, with solid flames of qi and blood burning in his eyes.
Around him, the Power Dao surged like lava, casting god-like twisted shadows above the space.
"The Mechanical Clan dares to slaughter the elites of various clans at this time. Indeed, these Mechanical Clan cannot be measured by the logic of normal life forms!"
There was a hint of anger in Zhan Feng's voice. In the cosmos, the Ten Thousand Clans gathered, but seldom any clan, like the Mechanical Clan, had no emotions whatsoever.
In his view, the Mechanical Clan, in some aspect, fundamentally can't be considered a race.
"Brother, calm down!"
Zhan Yun blocked with his Bronze Battle Axe, the axe face reflecting Zhan Feng's crimson eyes as he coldly said:
"The Mechanical Mother just fought us; how is there time to set up such a deadly setup?"
