The Origin Spirit Civilization's sudden arrival instantly filled the Ghost Offering Altar with drawn-sword tension.
Tu Ye of the Red Devil Race stared at Qiang Yu with undisguised smugness.
Though neither spoke, the words beneath that silence were already clear.
You chose the wrong side. Your time has come... Qiang Yu's expression darkened, but a desperate courage lurked in those eyes.
It was not that Qiang Yu had chosen wrongly. There had been no choice.
When Shen Zhuo and the other members of the Origin Spirit Race arrived on Night Seeing Island, they had chosen the Night Devil Race and urged them to slaughter the Kite Demon Race.
Had Luo Zheng and the others not been dragged into the affair, the Kite Demon Race would already have been wiped out.
Now that Luo Zheng's party had been driven into a dead end, the Kite Demon Race would have to fight to the bitter end as well.
"We've chased them all the way here from Taiqing Heaven. It's about time..." A Huo was somewhat excited.
She bore no hatred toward Luo Zheng or these other humans, even though she had once suffered defeat at their hands... Her excitement stemmed from those repeated failures.
It was like a fisherman trying to catch a school of large fish, only for the fish to tear through one net after another.
Now those fish had nowhere left to flee. Naturally, it was time to haul in the net.
As A Huo finished speaking, a slit opened in her right shoulder.
It resembled a fissure opening in a land of lava, with roaring flames beneath her fair skin.
A small white dragon emerged along with those flames.
Seemingly ordinary, the small white dragon possessed a strange and powerful aura.
"Gah..." After emerging, the small white dragon