Zhang Hanxiang slammed a palm into one of the blood demon underlings, flash freezing and shattering it into flecks of ice. She whirled around, glancing at the blood demons that were surging forward to attack them.

"Your leader might be a fool, but are all of you going to join him in his craziness?"

The blood demons smiled wryly. "We don't have a choice, either. Our world has been destroyed. There's no one else to lead us but him. The death spirit king is too strong, and if we don't want to become black spirits ourselves, all we can do is surrender."

The blood demon warriors surrounded the allied forces.

"If not for the fact that we're still useful, if not for the fact...