“Please rise. I have a deep relationship with the Spirit race, so helping you is part of my duty.” Long Chen held the elder, not allowing him to kneel.

“Race leader Hao Feng, what is the situation? Is our situation good or bad?” asked Bally.

“Sigh, we were assaulted several times. When we parted ways with the Saint, we had over forty thousand people. But now…” Hao Feng shook his head mournfully, indicating the stark reality of their situation as their numbers had dwindled from forty thousand to just a few hundred.

“Oh, that’s right, how did you encounter this hero?” asked Hao Feng.

Bally instantly felt embarrassed, but it didn’t lie and narrated how it had provoked Long Chen...