Seeing Ying Wudao speak, Luo Yanfeng and the others immediately perked up their ears. Who wouldn't want to hear the secrets of the demon clan?
Long Chen shook his head and said, "What do you owe or not? We're humans, you're demons. For countless years, they've been mortal enemies."
You give me wine, I'll return a jar of wine, and we'll even. As for the demon clan, we don't really care. "
This Ying Wudao is very strong. Long Chen doesn't want to get involved with him, lest it be difficult to kill him later."
Long Chen's hands were stained with demon blood, truly a deep hatred—enemies are always enemies.
Hearing Long Chen say this, Luo Yanfeng and the others were not disappointed; instead, they felt a sense of relief from their anxious hearts. Long Chen's stance was very clear: no matter what, everyone was an enemy.
"Haha, in that case, I have to say it too. Damn it, whenever I mention this bunch of bastards, I get angry. If I give you some intel, consider it my revenge." Ying Wudao laughed heartily.
It turned out that Ying Wudao's ancestor, during the chaos war, led a group of demons to hide in a small world to escape the catastrophe of years past.
At that time, the Caiyi clan was brutally killed in that great battle; almost all the strong warriors perished, leaving only a few elderly, weak, women, and children to survive.
At that time, the Caiyi branch led hundreds of demon branches to survive in a small world. At first, it was nothing, but as time passed, after the previous crisis was resolved, a new one arose.
The leaders of those hundreds of demon clan branches, seeing that the Caiyi faction had declined, actually launched a direct suppression against the Caiyi clan.
These demon clan experts knew that the Caiyi clan had royal blood, and that it was the purest and most authentic royal bloodline. Thus, regardless of gender, the Caiyi clan became tools for the reproduction of all clans.
At this point, Ying Wudao seemed to have a dry mouth, calmly taking a sip of wine. But Long Chen could see that Ying Wudao's hand holding the jar was somewhat unsteady. Clearly, his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
Luo Yanfeng and the others were dumbfounded upon hearing this scene. They had previously thought the internal strife within the Purple Blood Clan was already dark enough, while the Demon Clan was even more direct and brutal.
After taking a sip of wine, Ying Wudao continued telling Long Chen and the others. Since then, the true Caiyi clan had almost disappeared; now all Caiyi clan members were mixed-blood.
For the various races, after crossing blood with the Colorful Wing Clan, their strength greatly increased, but for the Colorful Wings Clan, it was equivalent to their noble and sacred bloodline being tainted.
Fortunately, to prevent the flame from being extinguished, the demon clan allowed some of the Colorful Wings clan experts to retain their most original bloodlines.
But those whose bloodlines are kept are strictly monitored and constantly brainwashed to forget their history, fearing retaliation.
Moreover, the demon clan would never allow this small group of Colorful Wings clan members to possess enough power to threaten other races. Once their strength reached a certain level, they would have to intermarry with other races and reproduce to win their hearts.
As for Ying Wudao before him, he was exceptionally wise and knew how to endure and endure. He had always concealed his true strength, and to earn their trust, he had humbled himself for many years, gaining the trust of some and allowing him to move within the clan.
Originally, Ying Wudao planned to flee directly, but after the great battle between the Purple Blood Clan and the Demon Clan, the demons used special methods to absorb Purple Blood's power to strengthen his disciples. He had thought that after years of hard work, he might be able to get a share of the spoils.
But in the end, he didn't get a single hair. Not only did he get nothing, he was mocked by countless demon clan experts. At this point, a sinister smile appeared on Ying Wudao's face:
"I escaped from the clan today, and I never returned.
Originally, I wanted to kill some livestock on the battlefield, He breathed out his breath before leaving.
However, there are some old fellows in the clan who are very strong. If you alert them, it could be troublesome.
So for me, I only get one chance to act. I search back and forth on the battlefield to see which people are most cost-effective, and while I was struggling, I ended up running into you all.
The Purple Blood Clan actually has such a powerful expert as you—I'm very gratified. Even if I don't intervene, I can still know what happens to them." Hearing
this, everyone was both surprised and amused. No wonder Ying Wudao harbored no hostility toward them—after all, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.
Ying Wudao hated the entire demon clan faction to the core, yet he simply couldn't take revenge. No wonder he was so happy to see Long Chen and the others' strength.
Now, Luo Yanfeng and the others finally understood the cause and effect, and their guard against Ying Wudao was much lowered.
"So, if we kill all the disciples of the demon clan, you wouldn't mind?" Luo Yanfeng probed.
"Of course, it's best to wipe out the entire tribe without leaving a single survivor." Ying Wudao said bitterly.
"Where are your people?" Luo Ying couldn't help but ask.
"Clansmen?" There were no clansmen left after being brainwashed, treated like slaves, at the mercy of others. The Colorful Wings Clan had lost all face.
It would be best to kill them all; that way, the disgrace of the Caiyi clan would be covered up. "Ying Wudao said.
"So don't we still know this part of history?" Luo Yanfeng looked at Ying Wudao, his eyes full of caution.
"You humans have a saying: family scandals should not be made public, but this matter is quite the opposite—better to spread it out loud than to spread it internally.
Besides, you are human, we are demons. Meeting on the battlefield is a life-or-death showdown. What does it matter whether you know or not?
I'm saying all this just to get you to trust me. Because you trust me, it's possible to catch them all in one fell swoop. "
Whoosh."
Ying Wudao waved his hand, and a leather pouch flew toward Long Chen, who grabbed it in one swift motion.
"Let's go. If we meet again on the battlefield one day, I won't hold back."
After speaking, Ying Wudao drained the wine in the jar, his whole being like water, merging into the void and disappearing without a trace.
This Ying Wudao arrived silently and left without a trace, like a ghost. His strange movements sent chills down one's spine. If targeted by such a person, his life could be at risk.
Long Chen was no longer surprised; this was a special bloodline power, inherently carrying spatial laws that allowed him to conceal himself within space.
It looked intimidating, but it wasn't very useful. He wasn't a professional assassin; as long as he made a move, no matter how well he hid, true experts would immediately sense it.
"Have you left?" Luo Yanfeng couldn't help but say.
"We've already gone far. Ignore him. Let's continue challenging demon clan experts of the same level." After Long Chen finished speaking, he told everyone to continue forward.
He quietly opened the pouch, wondering what good thing this guy had left for him.