Jiang Qingwan was waiting for an answer.

Han Qianfan's laughter was arrogant and unrestrained, and the black flames around him rose higher and higher with his laughter.

Flames shot into the sky, doubly illuminating the dense forest.

Han Qianfan clearly had no intention of answering.

Jiang Qingwan repeated, "Third Protector, we really can discuss this."

"You don't need to deal with the zombies; you just need to provide a place for humans to live."

"The world you once lived in was one where humans, cultivators, and demons coexisted, right?"

When Han Qianfan heard Jiang Qingwan mention the past, he finally stopped laughing, replaced by a deep-seated hatred. His red eyes were filled with resentment and venom.

His words were also full of malice: "I want to create a world exclusively for the extraterrestrial demons."

"If you weren't so strong, I might have spared a human's life to fight the zombies and prolong their existence."

I didn't understand before how there could be a saint who would sacrifice herself for others.

In reality, there was no other choice.

It may seem like a dilemma, but it is actually the only option.

If we stubbornly resist and are defeated, all of humanity will perish together.

However, if one is willing to abandon their cultivation and gamble that humanity can defeat the zombies, they may have a glimmer of hope.

When humanity faced a life-or-death crisis, Jiang Qingwan displayed a martyr-like spirit of self-sacrifice: "If you are willing to make a soul oath promising not to harm humanity, I am willing to destroy my own spiritual platform."

"No—" Ye Qi sat weakly in the overgrown ground and shook his head, but his voice was unusually loud, as if afraid that Jiang Qingwan would not hear him.

Han Qianfan increased his magical output, his expression remaining calm, as if he had inexhaustible power.

He sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? I was so easy to talk to before because you weren't a threat."

"If one happens, another will naturally follow. You surely understand the principle of 'cutting the weeds by the roots,' right?"

"Let's kill him as a sacrifice to the heavens, to liven things up."

Ye Qi saw Han Qianfan's malicious smile and felt a familiar chill run down his spine.

Han Qianfan threw out a piece of black leg bone from somewhere. It looked like it had been coated with pine resin, smooth and shiny, and went straight toward Ye Qi's face.

Ye Qi used his spatial ability to move away.

The black leg bone crashed into the ground, creating a deep crater. It burst into flames instantly, and the resilient mutated plant vaporized in a flash.

If it falls on a person, it will surely meet the same fate as the mutated plant.

"It seems you really don't intend to let us go." Jiang Qingwan couldn't spare the time to save Ye Qi, so she could only hope that Ye Qi would protect himself. All her spiritual power was being used to fight against the Thousand Bone Blade.

Han Qianfan was able to attack both of them simultaneously.

It seems that the Bewitching Incense really had no negative effects on Han Qianfan.

The later appearance of the Fallen Cloud God Venerable might indeed be in league with the extraterrestrial demons, then this demon-binding rope...

Can I still use it myself?

Jiang Qingwan felt as if she were lost in a thick fog, her mind blank and unable to see any way forward.

No one could have imagined that the zombies were caused by the demon race.

The appearance of either zombies or demons is a pipe dream, but now both have appeared at the same time.

That's ridiculous.

Jiang Qingwan felt the spiritual energy stored in her body rapidly draining away, her face turning pale and cold sweat beading on her forehead.

If he hadn't possessed a colorless spiritual root with abundant spiritual energy storage and rapid conversion speed, but rather an ordinary spiritual root, he would have already collapsed.

Han Qianfan ignored Jiang Qingwan's remarks.

The first rule of the demon race's doctrine is: Those who offend us shall be exterminated.

An enemy as threatening as Jiang Qingwan cannot be let go.

Even if they let them go, it's just an act; they'll stab them in the back later.

It's just a matter of time.

Han Qianfan gave Jiang Qingwan his answer with silence, continuing to control the Thousand Bone Blade and the black leg bone with ease, showing no signs of fatigue.

The light of Jiang Qingwan's Golden Radiance Sword grew weaker and weaker, while the demonic energy and icy blade of the Myriad Bone Blade drew ever closer to her.

With the Thousand Bone Blade so close, Jiang Qingwan could easily see the densely packed characters and symbols engraved on it, but she didn't know how to read them.

The sound of spiritual energy shattering reached my ears.

The spiritual energy surrounding the golden sword in his hand faded, the lotus engraving lost its color, leaving only a groove, and even the exquisite gemstone that it had vainly inlaid became grayish.

A bare, broken sword and a Thousand Bones Blade covered in demonic energy are about to collide.