"That's the Dwarf Race, living in the Dark Dimension, specifically to groom the feathers for our Space Holy Roc Clan."
Yu Kong pointed at them and said with a smile.
"Dwa... Dwarf Race?"
Ye Feng's mouth twitched.
You call a race of giants a hundred meters tall the Dwarf Race?
What does that make me then?
Super dwarf race?
Ye Feng continually ridiculed in his mind.
Boom Boom Boom!
The group of tall Dwarf Race entered the Holy Island and immediately climbed a huge tree to help a Space Holy Roc stationed there groom its feathers.
Their movements were very skilled.
On every Space Holy Roc, there were some dead feathers still stubbornly attached.
If not removed, it would be very uncomfortable.
The stronger beings among the Dwarf Race first took out a special medicinal liquid and sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers, making them loose, then quickly plucked them out and filled it with a type of mud.
"That is White Sand Mud!"
