"Thank the Wind Spirit Race for saving our tribe!"
The voices of over a thousand people echoed through the dense forest.
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Ying of the Wind Spirit Race watched this scene with much emotion in their hearts.
Back then, when the Wind Spirit Race was on the brink of extinction, it seemed quite similar.
Now, the Wind Spirit Race has gradually grown stronger, annexing twenty thousand bandits, controlling ten strongholds...
Chu Ming lowered his gaze and nodded slightly.
This Spirit Contract Race didn't act foolishly.
With a flip of his hand, three elixirs appeared in his palm, "Take them."
These three elixirs were for healing, but also acted as poison.
It was certainly good that the Spirit Contract Race was willing to submit, but that didn't mean he would fully trust them right away.
The old woman did not hesitate in the slightest this time. She respectfully took the elixirs, swallowed one herself, and handed the other two to Qi Konghen and Qi Yuewu.
