"Xiaoyaozi, after today, the Human Race of the northern lands will be utterly cast down, all because of you."
Senluo Wu's voice was incomparably cold and piercing. "Hope is poison that harms people. Better to have none than some."
"Originally, according to the Saint King's plan, after no more than five generations of succession, the people of the northern six provinces would forget the past, willingly become the subordinate race of us witches, and abandon resistance."
"But now, you have given them hope to resist. Their destruction is right before their eyes."
"When the Saint King arrives, it will be the day of death for you and those people. Our witch race will break every hard bone in the Human Race."
A smile played on Xiaoyaozi's lips. Just as he opened his mouth to answer, a deafening cry suddenly rang out in the distance.
It was the Adult Phoenix created by Lu Zhigang's fist technique. Agile and graceful, it danced through the air as swarms of insects and Gu Worms gathered into tornadoes, scrambling to tear apart the Adult Phoenix's enormous body.
One newly arrived Witch Chief after another joined the siege, occupying the space in every direction and compressing the battlefield.
Tide-like attacks rained down like droplets, attempting to extinguish the leaping flame that was the Adult Phoenix.
At the most critical moment, the Adult Phoenix suddenly threw back its head and let out a long cry, its voice shaking the nine heavens and making all directions tremble.
Starting with the nearest insect swarms, every attack turned to ash. Gu Emperors and witch beasts constantly failed to hold on and fell from the sky, crashing down with enough force to shake the earth and mountains.
"Did you hear that? This is the voice of resistance from the Human Race