The Human Ancestor stiffly turned his head; the great battle had ended, all the strong of the Human Clan lay dead, of the first generation of Human Ancestors only he remained, the air steeped in the stench of blood.
Yan Li Great Witch grinned, exerting just a little force, and in an instant, the Human Ancestor's neck was crushed.
"No~"
"Don't!"
"Lord Human Ancestor!"
...
From below, encircled by flames, came a wave of pitiful wailing cries.
Yan Li Great Witch burst into laughter, saying, "Take the survivors back, let them breed properly; their Saint Blood is of great use to our Witch Clan."
The other Witch Clan powerhouses also broke into uproarious laughter, the Witch Clan has always worshipped the strong, and in their eyes, the Human Clan has always been but servants.
"Chi~" A clear crane's call suddenly rang out, a gleaming white crane appeared, its figure shifting into a young man in a white robe.
