When Chen Baifeng spoke these words, his feelings were complicated.
He had just witnessed many of his Southern Sea compatriots being slaughtered. The opposing side hadn't killed them all; most were crippled and intended to be taken for use as host bodies. Such a brutal method and the forthcoming days as puppets weighed heavily on Chen Baifeng's heart for his former colleagues.
Because no matter which power ultimately won, the outcome for their group of magicians wouldn't be too bad. Even if the demons of the Northern Territory won, the Sorcerer Family would still be the last line of defense.
But it was this so-called Ancient Demon clan that professed to coexist with the Human Race that really troubled him. The feeling of housing someone else inside your body, only to potentially be replaced at any moment, was likely undesirable to anyone.
Yet, frustratingly, they were now the ones in control of the situation.