"No, I haven't lost."
Di Jun roared, his eyes already bloodshot. His mind had begun to cloud, and an aura of madness radiated from him. Even knowing the outcome, he still refused to admit defeat.
He staggered to his feet, a savage expression rising on his face. He turned his dim gaze toward Lin Tian, something unfathomable lurking within it.
"Di Jun, you still refuse to accept your defeat? Look at your Demon Race. They've all fallen."
Lin Tian pointed toward the battlefield at Mount Buzhou. Only a few Witch Clan soldiers stood upon the Primordial Land; not a single member of the Demon Race could be seen.
At a glance, countless corpses of the Demon Race and the Witch Clan lay piled beneath Mount Buzhou. Blood of every color slowly congealed. Deathly silence hung everywhere, and a heavy stench of blood assailed the nose.
Hearing this, Di Jun abruptly looked where Lin Tian pointed. He froze at once, his heart turning utterly cold.
"Hahahaha!"
Di Jun laughed savagely and clutched his head in both hands, still unable to accept this reality. The killing intent around him grew heavier and heavier, radiating a dark glow.
His thirst for victory had overwhelmed his reason. On the verge of falling into madness, Di Jun threw back his head and roared, "No!"
Then Di Jun turned and transformed into a dusky-black Golden Crow ten thousand zhang in size. He had originally been pale gold, but now that he had succumbed to madness, his entire body was black.
Great sun golden flame wreathed his body. His enormous wings beat as he soared into the air, dazzling light flashing around him and thick baleful qi filling his eyes.
"Hahahaha!"
"Die! All of you, die!"
At that moment, Di Jun muttered strange sounds, then beat his