The Demon Race's Madness, Reincarnation Was Not Perfect

"Then why didn't you kill me?" the Crow Demon Saint roared.

"Where did the Witch-Slaying Sword come from? Where did Dijun's method come from? Where are the remnants of the Demon Race hiding? What are they trying to achieve by stirring up this turmoil? Tell me..." Chen Yang manifested Reincarnation, the intertwined power of the Six Paths pressing down upon his Primordial Spirit.

The Crow Demon Saint's Primordial Spirit was tormented by the Six Paths, yet he still wore a savage grin. "Haha... If you want to know, then find out for yourself!"

"Speak?" Chen Yang growled.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation tormenting the Primordial Spirit really is painful. Unfortunately, this little pain cannot compare to the humiliation of the Demon Race's destruction. You want me to talk? Impossible. Before I fought you, I had already cast an Obliteration Restriction within my Primordial Spirit. Now that the restriction has activated, my Primordial Spirit will be annihilated and my True Spirit dispersed. Don't even think of obtaining any information from me." The Crow Demon Saint shouted savagely.

Chen Yang's expression carried a trace of contemplation. "True Spirit annihilation? That is ruthless enough. But for a Demon Saint of the Demon Race to fall like this is still an enormous loss to the current Demon Race, isn't it?"

"Haha... A loss? No. How could the Demon Race's foundation be compared to your Human Clan? Let alone sacrificing one Demon Saint—sacrificing many more would have little effect on the Demon Race. This Demon Saint was merely one artificially cultivated, a chess piece used to test the Human Clan's foundation. Now that my task is complete, it is time for me to die. The Human Clan will surely perish, and the Demon Race will surely rise..." the Crow Demon Saint shouted.

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