War was the seizure of benefits, a reshuffling between powers!
Whether Human Race or Demon Race, all understood this with absolute clarity.
In this reshuffling, the Human Race's Demon Sects that had lain dormant in the past had been almost entirely wiped out.
The scattered Demonic Cultivators had long since fled abroad, hiding and not daring to show themselves.
Among the Demon Race, some minor clans guarded only by Demon Monarchs had gradually merged into the major clans.
Clans like the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race had not only suffered few losses in this great war, but had instead gained vast resources from the minor clans.
If the Phoenix Race did not give up something this time, then in future struggles for resources, the Dragon Race might gain an even greater advantage because of this favor.
Ao Qing looked at his offspring within the Jade Marrow, whose aura was weak but gradually stabilizing, and felt even more disgusted with Old Ancestor Fentian.
After all, if Burning Heaven Demon Lord had not intervened—
His offspring might have received far more resources from the Imperial Palace. Though his realm would still only have been at the Early Stage Demon Venerable—
The treasures in his possession and the increase in his combat strength might have been far greater.
Even if he had lost to Jiang Shu, he would not have fallen into such a state.
What a pity...
He suppressed the emotions in his heart and devoted all his attention to continuously pouring in Nirvana True Flame.
The golden-red threads of true flame slowly fused with the blood-colored streams of energy from the Grand Array below within Gold Horn's body, battling that stubborn foreign power. At the edges of the charred wounds, tiny strands of newly grown flesh wriggled forward with great difficulty.