"Tell me, if I were to kill you, what would I gain?" After pondering for a moment, Zhang Menglong placed all his hopes for riches on the Ice Wing Dragon Bat. "I invested so much in this task, isn't your life a reasonable return?"
"No way!" The entire Ice Demon Race suddenly began wailing, knowing that their ability to survive here depended solely on the presence of a Guardian Beast. Without it, they would have no protection or support.
Even the weakest races could bully them freely, which was practically no different from extinction.
The war was nearing its end, with the Ice Demon Race facing utter defeat. Zhang Menglong's army of Insect Clan warcraft and Black Warriors had nearly destroyed Ice King City, and almost half of Ice Demon warriors had perished, most of them being the race's peak combatants.
It could be said that the Ice Demon Race now only retained one or two tenths of its strength!
