Among the Asuras of this world, there had always been terrifying legends about Cultivators.
Tribes like the Great Strength Tribe that had encountered Cultivators came from the outside world, so they had not publicized it much.
The Royal Clan had also suppressed such legends. However, Asuras were born simple-minded and generally paid little attention to such things.
The vast majority of Asuras did not believe the rumors were necessarily true. After all these years, who had ever seen a living Cultivator? Ever since they began fighting the Federation, many Asuras had even come to disdain such tales.
The Human Race world on the other side might have relatively formidable weapons of war, but their bodies were simply too frail.
Could such a race produce individuals with terrifying combat power? They did not believe it at all! Even though, more than a hundred years ago, the Human Race had produced a team whose individual combat strength seemed formidable, they had still relied primarily on warships.
That squad had inflicted devastating casualties on the Asuras and caused brief chaos in the Asura World.
Yet in the end, had they not vanished as well? Their appearance had been as fleeting as a meteor streaking across the sky.
If they truly possessed a systematic cultivation method and fought in that manner, would they have disappeared for so many years without a trace? But at this moment, these Asuras believed it. Cultivators truly existed in the vast universe, and they really were that terrifying! Two Mother Nests had silently vanished in an instant, and now so many Human Race members were hanging in the void.
Most importantly, they knew that the place they were defending was a rift leading into the void! So this truly meant... the Cultivators had learned the location of this world