Farewell

This was Chen Luo's first time seeing the "Dao." He had originally thought the "Dao" was some kind of magical artifact, a treasure, or perhaps a certain inheritance. But only when he truly saw it did he understand that the "Dao" was invisible. Just as Ancestor Gui had said, it was the foundation of the Demon Race.

It was the heritage of an entire race.

After memorizing the appearance of the "Dao," Chen Luo concealed his aura and swiftly turned to leave the rubble, leaving the "rescued" Black Stone Demon Saint lying there all alone, sleeping remarkably peacefully.

Not long after Chen Luo left, several streams of light flew onto the enormous chunk of rock. At a glance, they saw the corpse of the Black Bone Demon Saint nearby, his bones crushed into pulp. Worst of all, even his head had been severed, and his wide-open eyes still held the furious unwillingness that remained within them.

"Dead?"

"That old bastard Stone Spirit actually struck so ruthlessly!!"

The three figures looked at the corpse on the ground, their hearts filled with rage. All three were experts of the Black Bone Lineage. They had taken form alongside the Black Bone Demon Saint and could be considered brothers of the same lineage. Though their strength was inferior to his, their loyalty was beyond question. Now that the Black Bone Demon Saint was dead, the days ahead for their Black Bone Lineage would certainly be difficult.

Boom!!

As they watched the two colossal beings battling above, the fury that had just risen in their hearts extinguished once more.

Against old demons of this level, even if they stood right before them, the three had no ability to avenge him.

"If we can't deal with him, can't we deal with his clansmen?"

"Right! We can't