"It's normal! The stronger the bloodline power of a race, the rarer their numbers! Even at our peak, our Golden Winged Great Roc Clan had less than two hundred kin. Not to mention after the great disaster we experienced before, with barely one in ten surviving, having this many clan members now is the result of years of recuperation and breeding."
With a sigh from Demon King Peng, Sun Wukong remained silent. Indeed, the higher the level of bloodline power a race possessed, the harder it was for them to reproduce offspring, just like how the chances are slim for highly powerful immortals to conceive the next generation.
"Whoosh!"
While contemplating, suddenly a golden light flew from above a floating island at an incredibly fast speed, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye. It carried an unparalleled sharp aura, aiming straight for Sun Wukong!