Translator: Aran

  It was Ye Qingyu's first time hearing this.

  Capture slaves?

  These black-haired Dark Ones were treated as slaves, and the sick, old and weak as food. This sort of thing would only happen in the most foolish and backward domain in the world. It was simply a dark history of the intelligent creatures, but these high and mighty Guardians had actually done this sort of thing?

  “Lord, what do we do?” Eleven asked.

  Ye Qingyu scrunched his brows to..