The woman in black not far away swept her gaze over Song Xuanfeng, and a look of realization immediately appeared on her face.
"I never expected you to survive—and even choose to side with them!
"Then again, you were originally a cultivator of this realm. It could hardly be called betrayal."
Although the woman in black was somewhat surprised that Song Xuanfeng had chosen to join forces with Song Qingming, she was not overly puzzled by his decision.
After all, she had personally sealed Song Xuanfeng's Natal Primordial Spirit and refined him into a True Demonic Puppet for her own use.
Even if it had been someone else, they likely would not have easily forgotten such hatred.
"You are right. I was never one of your kind. I have come today for revenge as well."
When Song Xuanfeng had possessed the Demonic Beast just now, he had devoured a great deal of the surrounding True Demonic Energy, temporarily recovering some of his cultivation and abilities. He could now wield sixty to seventy percent of his power at his peak.
Yet even so, Song Xuanfeng's gaze toward the woman in black still carried a measure of apprehension.
As soon as Song Xuanfeng finished speaking, Crimson Light flashed in the distance, followed by the arrival of another powerful aura.
After breaking free from the Demonic Blade's obstruction, Demon Saint Chili had also reached the battlefield. He stood beside Song Qingming and Song Xuanfeng, successfully reuniting with them.
When Song Qingming had been targeted by the demonic fiend earlier, Demon Saint Chili had feared that he had already fallen.
He had not expected Song Qingming not only to escape successfully, but also to counterattack and ambush his opponent with Song Xuanfeng's cooperation.
Though the results were ordinary, it had still made the once-arrogant