Seeing Yang Qi fall into Ya Zhexiong's jaws, waves of boundless fury surged from the Human Race Supreme Council's camp, while icy killing intent after killing intent shrouded Ya Zhexiong's body.
Ya Zhexiong's eyes flashed with savage light as he looked down in every direction and provoked them. "A Saint Spirit Warlock tastes quite good! Which one of you humans plans to roll down here and die next?"
"Humans are nothing special! There are simply more of you!"
"In a one-on-one fight, you are no match for us at all."
"To grow stronger, you fused with the bloodlines of some mongrels. Half-breed mongrels like you dare challenge us? You truly overestimate yourselves."
"..."
Mockery rang out continuously from the Nine Great Clans.
The Nine Great Clans were all descendants of True Spirits, with True Spirit blood flowing through their veins. Their combat strength far surpassed experts of the same rank. Even though the Human Race Supreme Council had already displayed terrifying power, they still looked down on the humans who had once been their slaves.
One had to know that during the Era of Ancient Gods, humanity had regarded all Nine Great Clans as gods, serving them with all their hearts and souls, never daring to defy any one of those clans.
Gazes shot out from the human camp and fell upon Ya Zhexiong, filled with vigilance.
Red Saint Yang Qi had been a renowned expert during the era of the First Warlock Dynasty, wielding the Flame Profound Meaning. Yet such an expert had fallen into Ya Zhexiong's hands in such a short time. Ya Zhexiong's strength was plain to see.
Within the Human Race Supreme Council, only Great Saint-level experts had the confidence to defeat Ya Zhexiong.
Contempt and arrogance flashed through Ya Zhexiong's eyes. "What? None of you