The Plight of the Human Race

"Whether you deserve it, I can't say. But you're definitely not as powerful as you were in ancient times. Not to mention the Succubi of the past—even the True Demons you speak of are stronger than you now."

Youyou exchanged a glance with Fei Mi. Even though Fei Mi said nothing, Wen Ke'er could see the provocation in her expression.

Women.

You could usually tell two or three parts of what they were thinking without them needing to say a word.

"Want to find out whether I'm powerful or not?"

Fei Mi frowned, her eyes full of mockery for Wen Ke'er.

There were elves in the Shadow World as well. Whether in aura or their command of Psionic Energy, elves were beings capable of rivaling Succubi.

They were the "natural spirit-breathers" Lord Lilith had spoken of. Even without her emergence, those elves could still come into being.

But fallen elves like Wen Ke'er possessed not only none of nature's breath, but also an aura as foul as that of the Succubi from before. Fei Mi had always found such two-faced beings deeply repulsive.

Yet Wen Ke'er did not take the bait. Instead, she solemnly looked toward several tiny figures on the ground in the distance.

Several familiar auras gradually came into focus.

Humans?

Fei Mi nodded and looked at the conspicuous figures on the distant ground, unable to suppress her confusion. "Didn't I sense that they were all underground before? Why did they dare come out now?"

"Mm~ Nineteen, twenty-two, and the oldest is barely over thirty. These humans have remarkably fresh auras." Wen Ke'er lay sideways in the air, her voluptuous figure concealed amid thin clouds, leaving no visible contours.

"It seems they've mistaken husband for some kind of Savior..." Shimada Yukimi focused her gaze on the people kneeling