The Disappearance of Myriad Laws truly was an era that drove people to despair. Immortals lost their lives, and Transcendents fell from their lofty heights into ordinary mortals. Who could accept such a reversal?
It simply could not be accepted!
Zhang Chen sat inside the carriage, feeling the life force draining from his body. He could sense himself slowly growing old, continuously transforming toward senescence.
"I can probably live for three hundred years." Zhang Chen silently estimated the condition of his body and his lifespan. "Of course, if my body suffers injuries, my lifespan will drain even faster."
Zhang Chen sat upright in the carriage, his eyes filled with wistfulness. In this despairing era, he wanted to do something, yet he did not know what he could possibly do.
All along the road, every demonic beast in the northern lands had turned into an ordinary beast, fleeing through the wilderness in panic. Some beasts even attacked common people, drawing the pursuit and slaughter of countless northern soldiers.
"The Demon Race's strength has plummeted. Now only the Human Demon Race remains to support them, but I wonder how long the Human Demon Race can hold on, and whether they can stand firm against humanity's counterattack." Zhang Chen began pondering the Human Demon Race again, then thought of Chen Sanliang, wondering how Chen Sanliang was doing now.
"Humanity is now a heap of loose sand. Even without the aid of demonic beasts, the Human Demon Race still holds an absolute advantage against such a scattered humanity." Zhang Chen felt that the Human Demon Race still possessed an absolute advantage over humanity.
Thinking of Chen Sanliang, he thought of Han Su Zhen as well. Before the Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age descended, he had ultimately failed to revive Han Su Zhen's