Perhaps they had been imprisoned in this place for too long—so long that even their mental will could no longer hold up. That was why every living being here had begun seeking release.
Put oneself in their shoes: trapped in one place for an entire lifetime, unable to go anywhere, unable to advance in cultivation, unable to see any hope, and unable even to die—perhaps also enduring all manner of mental and physical torment.
They could only wait as this world gradually collapsed step by step, until they vanished along with it in the end.
Just thinking about it was enough to make one unable to breathe. No one would willingly suffer such an experience.
Thus, death was their best release, and it had become the thing they had long yearned for.
In the past, no one could kill those imprisoned within Earth Demon Cliff. Even if they died temporarily, they would grow anew from this land like mold.
Even a brief death let them enjoy a moment of peace.
That was why, when cultivators from outside came here, they did not resist at all. Instead, they hoped someone would kill them.
But now, at last, someone could kill them completely and grant them release!
In an instant, Yang An seemed to become the hope of every living being within Earth Demon Cliff.
The demons large and small here, Huan included, looked at Yang An with eyes filled with longing—more intense than that of a person who had gone hungry for ages upon seeing food.
Yang An had originally come here to kill the so-called Great Demon of the Ghost Dao and take his soul.
But now that he saw this Great Demon was Huan, he no longer thought that way.
Perhaps he was the only one in this world