Chapter 2099: Doing Good Without Leaving Your Name!

Zi Teng Xiaotian knew that the demons around him were all terrified, but he had been to the Demon Court, so he knew how to respond.

But this time, Zi Teng Xiaotian did not drag it out—he directly spoke to them about the Witch Clan.

"These are the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan!"

"Though I've never seen the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, their aura is so mighty, unlike the Demon Clan's—they must be the Ancestral Witches. Let's go see together; perhaps they're helping Spirit Snake Island."

Although Zi Teng Xiaoyao said this, the other demons hardly believed him.

Many of their loved ones had died before their eyes, so they all wanted to know what was happening—and he too wanted to know if anyone had come to help.

Even if no one helped, as long as they didn't have to suffer here any longer, they would be satisfied.

The life on Spirit Snake Island, like the human race, had reached utter despair, and could easily rise in rebellion.

Yet the demons on Spirit Snake Island belonged to the Demon Clan, and the Demon Clan had the right to deal with them.

If Zhu Rong came here now, it would surely anger the Demon Clan.

Xiang Liu didn't care—he didn't mind if they were angered; it had nothing to do with him.

He came when he wished, and left when he wished.

"Let's go," Xiang Liu said coolly. "Since the fire is out, what use is staying here?"

"Shall we go say hello?" Zhu Rong glanced at Xiang Liu, knowing he had no interest in such things—but if Xing Tian were here, he would have built relations.

Zhu Rong knew Xiang Liu disliked such things, so he didn't force him—he let him leave first.

He himself waited for Zi Teng Xiaoyao and the others to approach; they all knew how they would act, but Zi Teng Xiaoyao had been to the Demon Court, so Zhu Rong had to be cautious.

"Who are you?"

"I am Zi Teng Xiaoyao… Are you the Ancestral Witch, my lord?" Zi Teng Xiaoyao asked tremblingly.

He immediately felt it was improper and added: "Forgive me, my lord—I didn't mean to offend; we only want to know if you've come to save Spirit Snake Island?"

Zhu Rong saw Zi Teng Xiaotian's fearful face, yet his determination to step forward, and understood the reason.

He sighed and said: "Yes, I am an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, here with the Witch Clan to save Spirit Snake Island—your island's fire has been extinguished!"

"Those of you who survived may go see if anything can be salvaged…"

Before Zhu Rong finished, Zi Teng Xiaoyao burst into tears, and the demons behind him, a few steps back, wept silently too—they had suffered too much.

If Gui Che hadn't burned Spirit Snake Island to the ground, they wouldn't have lost so many lives or destroyed so much.

The spiritual energy on Spirit Snake Island had been nearly all consumed by the fire.

To restore the island's spiritual energy would take centuries, and require constant sacrifices of living beings on the island.

This was why Zi Teng Xiaoyao was heartbroken.

Since the fire on Spirit Snake Island, days had passed; those who could leave had gone, and those who remained could not survive.

The Witch Clan sending help to save them was a great merit—and their salvation.