"We are the noble Beast Race, our legacy spans ancient ages. What? Does this setback make you fear advancing?" Lu Hong raised an eyebrow, his tone cold.
As the words fell, the celestial beings of the Beast Race all let out sighs.
The obese body of the Saint Master of the Pig Clan trembled uncontrollably, seemingly still caught in his previous fear: "Though that's the case, against such formidable Heavenly Gods, even if the Lionheart God hadn't left, he might not be their match. Even if we train for a thousand, ten thousand years, I fear we won't be able to rival them."
