"Creak."
"Creak, creak."
The emissary of the Void Race ground his teeth with a creaking sound, his expression gradually contorting.
Hate!
He hated it!
The ascetic monk before him was simply too arrogant.
He was just the lowest-ranking disciple in the Great Burial Heaven Temple, yet he could humiliate their Void Race like this.
For countless years, this was the fate of their Void Race.
Not only were they subjected to bullying, but for the continuation of their species, they skittered around like rats in the gutter.
Seeing the silence of the Void Race emissary, the ascetic monk grew even more arrogant.
He slapped the Void Race emissary's face with the ring knife in his hand, arrogantly saying, "Think it through, withdraw your troops quickly."
"Relying on sheer numbers to surround our Great Burial Heaven Temple, once my master returns, you'll all be done for."
"A bunch of cattle and sheep, mere numbers are useless, daring to rebel against the Heavenly Gang..."
