Surrounding Yao Mountain City, were tens of thousands of warriors, armed to the teeth and embattling in each direction.

Zhamu led over three hundred thousand elite dark-kind warriors, looking at those encircled non-humankind beings with a trace of pride on their faces. These were the powerful Jia Clan warriors, who once stood high above the masses and who used to make Zhamu and his people servile; those dark-skinned dark-kind slave warriors who shared the same origin with himself, and those freckled, different-colored non-humankind slaves.

"Dumb things, they do deserve to become sacrificial offerings of our great master!" For these poor non-humankind beings who were going to be slaughtered, Zhamu shared the exact same attitude with warriors under his command.

There was neither any pity nor sympathy, not even a little bit.

This might be inappropriate, but the dark kind, this pathetic race, they were just like domestic hound dogs. Obedience and cautiousness had already merged w