Su Ye quickly recalled the information he had read.
It said that three thousand years ago, the Winged Human King had suffered this "dao injury" while fighting a clone of the Demon Lord.
For three thousand years, the injury had been suppressed with light-element treasures from the Winged Human Race's stores, barely kept under control.
By the Human Heavenly King's calculations, the immense power of light in the Heart of Holy Light would be enough to cleanse more than seventy percent of the injury and restore most of the Winged Human King's strength.
But now...
"It's gotten worse."
Adrian fastened his clothes again, his voice hoarse.
"Three days ago. It worsened far faster than expected. Forget the Heart of Holy Light—even a Heavenly King Level Godhead of Light couldn't save me now."
He looked at Su Ye, bitterness filling his gold-and-silver eyes.
"So, Young Friend Su Ye, tell Heavenly King Xiao for me—the Winged Human Race... can no longer ally with the Human Race."
"Why?"
Su Ye stared at him.
"Because your Injuries got worse? Your Majesty, you must understand that the Human Race and the Winged Human Race aren't forming an alliance out of ambition. We're doing it to survive!"
His voice rose.
"The Third Demon God, the Destruction Demon God, has arrived at the Human-Demon Battlefield. He plans to join forces with the three Demon Gods on the Winged Human battlefield. Four Demon Gods working together—what do you think they want? To wipe out both our races!"
"What does it mean if you abandon the alliance now? Are you giving up on the Winged Human Race too? Do you really think your people will survive after the Human Race is destroyed?!"
His words were harsh.
But Adrian only smiled bitterly.
"You're right, Young Friend Su Ye."
His voice