Song Changming stood on the corpse of the Black Eagle Demon, drawing his long saber, leaving only a large blade wound that pierced through the demon’s body.

With this strike, the demon slaying was complete!

"The power unleashed by the two Small Witch Power Seals is indeed substantial, but the consumption of qi and physical energy is also considerable..." Song Changming panted heavily, muttering to himself.

He seldom depletes himself with a single strike like this.

The feeling of approaching his limits made him realize that even with his seemingly powerful physical body, he could only simultaneously wield two Small Witch Power Seals; this was his limit.

If he were to activate more Witch Seals for enhanced power, it’s likely not only his bones would shatter, but even his organs might not withstand the decay brought about by such extreme consumption.

Song Changming quietly summarized and noticed, not far from the black shadow’s corpse, a pile of indistinct flesh.

That was Zhao Linxin, dead without a doubt due to the surrounding battle.

Song Changming raised his eyebrows, hardly caring about Zhao Linxin’s death, never having intended to save him.

After all, he was Xing Tiexin’s deputy general, not his.

Moreover, there was animosity between them.

Earlier, when he returned after three months away, Zhao Linxin had tried to convict him, going so far as to leverage his family’s influence to try and have him killed, a debt he had yet to settle.

"Since you’re dead today, let bygones be bygones," Song Changming murmured to himself.

He was never one to be magnanimous, forgiving only when his enemies die!

He raised his hand, releasing an Innate Qi Aura, extracting the blood-stained storage pouch from Zhao Linxin’s corpse.

"Impressive, you’re really impressive!"

Not far away, in the sky, a young woman in colorful clothing clapped her hands and praised Song Changming.

"Hmm?" Song Changming was extracting the fresh and massive Blood Qi Essence from the Black Eagle demon when he heard her and turned to look.

"Who might you be?"

"My name is Lian’Er, his sister," Lian’Er pointed with a white jade-like finger at the corpse of the Black Eagle demon beneath his feet.

"Xuanming, my brother, always claimed to possess the Power of Four Dragons in the clan; if he used demon techniques he’d be stronger, yet he’s still inferior to you...

Honestly, I was startled by your mighty strength; you must have demon race bloodlines, a half-human half-demon body? From which clan?" Lian’Er chuckled, hands on her hips, her voice alluring and enchanting.

Song Changming did not immediately reply, instead observing Xing Tiexin’s battlefield and the situation of the soldiers, confirming the battle array remained intact without casualties, making him less anxious.

He continued extracting the remaining Black Eagle Blood Qi Essence.

Indeed, this Eagle Demon possessed the Power of Four Dragons, its physical strength unmatched by any previously encountered demon race.

To Song Changming, the Eagle Demon’s flesh was a precious treasure trove, and he wouldn’t stop until he extracted it all.

"Speak so much, are you seeking revenge?" Song Changming casually asked.

"Revenge?" The Banshee waved her hand repeatedly, straightforwardly: "I am not the opponent, how could I seek revenge." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Song Changming found her words inexplicable, unsure of her intentions.

Surely she hadn’t come just to chat with her brother’s slayer...

"Though I lack the ability for revenge, that doesn’t mean my mother will remain indifferent." The Banshee smiled and glanced toward the sky where the giant eagle was entangled with Wang Tianshuang.

Evidently, that giant eagle was the mother she referred to.

"My mother’s moods are unpredictable; she surely won’t spare you."

"If you marry me and have children with great bloodlines, replacing my brothers, my mother wouldn’t say anything."

The Banshee eyed him seductively, finally revealing her intentions.

"..."

Song Changming was momentarily speechless, realizing the Banshee had designs on him, or more precisely on the bloodline of his flesh, showing no concern for her brother’s death.

"How about it? If you agree, come with me, and I promise to serve you well," the Banshee flirted, her eyes brightened with interest.

The last strand of Black Eagle Blood Qi Essence was extracted, Song Changming raised his hand, feeling the surge of demon race Blood Qi within, its intensity high, its quantity vast.

This harvest satisfied him greatly.

His power was nearing the Power of Four Dragons, estimating that once completely refined, this Black Eagle’s Blood Qi Essence would push his qi power to Four Dragon Power!

Normal cultivation would take half a year to achieve this level.

Yet, this single Black Eagle achieved in a moment what would take months.

Clearly, stronger demon blood offered greater benefits.

Considering this, he eyed the Banshee.

Being the daughter of the sky’s giant eagle, though perhaps not as strong as the Black Eagle beneath his feet, her bloodline was of immense value!

He rekindled his murderous intent.

Purple-gold flame surrounded him, like a radiant coat of fire.

As if sensing Song Changming’s murderous intent, the Banshee’s demeanor shifted from seductive to menacing.

"You fool, refusing good intentions! Wait for my mother to kill you!"