Young Lord Qilin

The three factions supported him. 

Isildur controlled the human race's military and chose to back Trevon Neal, meaning this race war was inevitable.

The third body chuckled. 

No one knows their son better than their father! 

If Trevon already held the highest authority in the race...

The third body laughed and lifted his left foot, his aura surging once more. 

His soft voice boomed like thunder across the 37 demon regions, "You animals, how dare you cause trouble!"

"Bastard!"

The roar was filled with killing intent as a creature at the ultimate peak realm charged forward. 

It was a ferocious being, the golden mythical lion-dragon, which covered the sky and blotted out the sun. 

Its hands could grasp stars, and it was seething with monstrous rage.

This was the same creature that had injured the third body before.