The nine little Golden Crows answered in unison, then turned to Zhunti and asked eagerly:
"Where do the Witch Race live?"
Their tone was urgent, but revenge was not their only motive.
More than that, since their birth, they had been trapped in this tiny place cultivating.
Now that they finally had a chance to venture out and travel,
who would willingly let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away?
As for slaughtering the Witch Race,
to them, it was merely something to do along the way.
"Most of the Witch Race live around Buzhou Mountain."
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Zhunti hurriedly revealed everything he knew.
Having gotten his answer, the eldest Golden Crow did not hesitate. Opening his mouth, he spewed forth a blazing stream of Solar True Fire.
The flames shot forth like a rainbow piercing the sun, rushing straight at Zhunti.
In an instant, the figure transformed into a minor demon was reduced to ashes within the blazing fire, leaving no trace behind.
"Don't blame me for being ruthless," the eldest Golden Crow said calmly, as though he were merely stating something utterly ordinary. "If Father Emperor discovers that we slipped out on our own, the trouble will be even greater. Better to settle it once and for all."
Whether he said this for the dead Zhunti to hear or to explain himself to his nine brothers, no one knew.
Before the Golden Crows could react, their eldest brother moved. Ten streaks of golden light rose into the sky side by side, speeding toward the Great Desolation Continent.
Once they had completely vanished beyond the horizon, a faint flash appeared where they had stood, and Zhunti manifested once more.
He gazed coldly into the distance. A mocking smile tugged at his lips, yet a trace