The voice of resentment continued to echo from the blood mist. Within some corner obscured by the blood mist, a shadowy figure sat, his eyes filled with a barely concealed resentment. He had not expected that after thousands of years, he, Yu Hengye, would once again sense the presence of the one who had banished his Royal Beast Race to hell.
"Purple Snake Old Man, the millennia-old hatred, the blood debt of my tribe people, will be repaid in full by the flesh and blood of countless humans. This young man carrying your breath must be your descendent. Today, the vengeance for our annihilated lineage starts with him!"