In truth, Xingyao's thinking at that moment was simple: he wanted to cling to the Human Race's powerful leg as soon as possible.
He had already secretly gathered quite a few members of the Star Race. They all held a favorable impression of the Human Race and deeply admired the way they repaid kindness and settled grudges without hesitation, standing tall in righteousness.
They lacked the strength and had misgivings of their own, so they dared not recklessly confront the Devil Race.
But things were different with the Human Race.
They had heard that the Human Race had a Holy Monk. Although they could no longer purify demonic qi after the Holy Monk's death, they had long since gained experience fighting the Devil Race and had their own means of protecting themselves in battle.
Moreover, they had heard that even without the Holy Monk, the Human Race still had ways to fight the Devil Race.
The Human Race had a fortune golden dragon, something born from fortune taking form. It was said to be immensely powerful and could ensure that they were not corrupted by demonic qi.
Other races were not so fortunate.
Of course, all this information was old news.
What they did not know was that the Holy Monk had already returned, and the Human Race had contacted the Netherworld Office. Its Ghost Soldiers were readying their weapons for battle; a single summons from the Human Sovereign was all it would take for the Netherworld Office to join the war.
Xingyao's thinking was simple. He had already placed his faith in the Human Race, who were true to their word. Back then, he had thought his death was certain, yet Xuanyuan had let him go, even if that had merely been Xuanyuan honoring his promise.
But to Xingyao,