The face of the thirtieth elder of the White Devil Race was twisted like that of a demon from Hell.
His roar echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying a melody of resentment and despair.
"No, how is this possible! How can you be so strong?"
I, an elder of the White Devil Race, have been defeated by you! I am not reconciled! I am truly not reconciled!
His eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed.
His magical power surged within him, a torrent of anger and fear, yet it was too late to avert his inevitable defeat.
Ye Changge stood not far away, his face cold and mocking, as if watching an insignificant farce.
"Resentful? What good does it do? In this world, strength is everything."
And you, clearly, do not have enough strength to support your ambitions.
His voice was calm yet powerful, each word like a heavy hammer blow.
It struck the heart of the 30th elder of the White Devil Race hard.
Ye Changge had seen far too many people like this before, and each time, he would act without hesitation.
Erase them from this world.
He never hesitated, and he never regretted it.
Because he knew it was for the peace of Human Race, and for the justice in his heart.
The thirtieth elder of the White Devil Race seemed to suddenly realize something.
A sly glint flashed across his face, and then his body began to blur.
It transformed into thick white demonic energy, scattering in all directions.
He was moving incredibly fast, as if trying to escape this world that filled him with despair.
However, Ye Changge only smiled coldly.
"Hmph, before absolute power, all struggles are futile."
His eyes suddenly became deep and mysterious, and his Five-Pupil Divine Eyes slowly opened.
A dazzling light shot out from his eyes, instantly enveloping everything around him.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
All the demonic energy was imprisoned in place by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.
Ye Changge's soul attack followed closely behind, like a sharp sword beam, instantly shattering all obstacles.
"Ah! Human Race, you deserve to die!"
The voice of the thirtieth elder of the White Devil Race echoed in the demonic energy, filled with endless anger and resentment.
However, these were the last words he left behind in this world.
As the soul attack landed, his aura completely dissipated into the world.
However, at that moment, the system suddenly sounded in Ye Changge's mind.
"Dog host, this old guy has cultivated a secret technique; you didn't kill his true form."
The system's voice carried a hint of seriousness, reminding Ye Changge not to let his guard down.
Upon hearing Ye Changge's face merely flashed with disdain.
"He's not dead? Then kill him next time."
I never even consider such ants worthy of my attention.
His tone was full of confidence and domineering, as if all difficulties were merely stepping stones on his path forward.
Soon, the powerful members of the White Devil Race who had arrived were also killed one by one by Ye Changge.
Their bodies lay on the battlefield, witnesses to this battle.
Ye Changge led the group to rest for about ten minutes before setting off again. Their destination was White Transformation City.
Inside the City Lord's Manor in White Transformation City, a flurry of activity was underway.
Soldiers ran back and forth, delivering the latest battle reports.
"Report! The Human Race army is less than fifty kilometers away from us!" A soldier's voice echoed in the City Lord's Manor, filled with tension and anxiety.
Upon hearing this, the city lord's expression instantly turned serious.
He stood by the window, gazing at the distant sky stained red by the flames of war, his heart filled with uncertainty and fear.