The shadow that stood high above, raising the human race like livestock, was despairing at this moment—truly, utterly despairing. In those enormous eyes appeared emotions it had only ever seen countless times in the eyes of tiny creatures.
It was terrified, afraid, its very soul unable to stop trembling.
In its heart, it cursed without cease, offering warm, heartfelt greetings to every last thing related to the "human" before it.
As for why it had become like this, the reason had to be traced back to the moment the two sides began fighting.
The shadow had gone all out from the start. It had ample experience dealing with human cultivators; these people loved hiding their strength, and would never readily reveal the trump cards in their hands.
Therefore, the moment it chose to strike, it had to pour everything into it and erupt decisively.
In a clash between beings of their level, hesitation meant injury, and once injured, defeat was inevitable.
Not only that, in order to learn about the race behind this human livestock, it had to prevent its opponent from choosing suicide when victory and escape both became impossible.
Thus, from the very beginning, it had chosen to go all out and capture the other party alive.
Then, the instant it drew close, the shadow's expression changed.
A great banner appeared, and in a flash, time reversed. Its entire body was hurled into a vast river.
The river of humanity's history!
In that instant, the shadow went completely numb.
People of later generations might not recognize it, but how could a creature that had existed since ancient times possibly fail to recognize this thing?
An acquired Numinous Treasure, a supreme treasure of the Human Dao—the Kindling Flame Banner!!!
And clearly, both sides were in the Da Luo realm,