After casting a spell to preserve Wind Eagle's corpse and putting it away, Song Wen flew toward Xuanchengzi and the others.
At this moment, surrounded by four Nascent Soul Cultivators, Yuan Hao was already showing signs of exhaustion. It could barely hold on and had suffered serious injuries.
Seeing Wind Eagle dead, its gaze was filled with complicated emotions.
There was the grim satisfaction of seeing a traitor perish, but also the sorrow of the hare dying before the fox.
It turned to look in the direction of Fangzhu Island, then looked down at the sea beneath its feet.
In ancient times, this place had been where their Demon Race multiplied and thrived, before it was seized by the human race.
For survival and continuation, the Demon Race had set foot in these waters countless times, only to be repeatedly driven away by humans.
This time was no different.
The Demon Race had occupied the Eastern Region of the inner sea for a hundred years, and twenty years ago, they had conquered the Northern Region of the inner sea in one stroke. Yet it had still been nothing more than a fleeting blossom, and they had once again fallen to the human race.
Yuan Hao raised its eyes and swept its gaze across Xuanchengzi, Yunxu, Cui Xuanjing, Jing Yuanliang, Purple Cloud, and Lan Yin one by one, before finally fixing its eyes on the rapidly approaching Song Wen.
"Human race, our Demon Race will never submit, nor will we ever give up."
"The bloodline of the Demon Race shall never be severed! The will of the Demon Race shall never admit defeat! One day, the descendants of the Demon Race will surely return like a rolling tide!"
Yuan Hao threw back its head and roared toward the heavens. Its voice