Many of the surrounding Devil Race members cheered in approval. Their nature harbored violent, cruel instincts, and at the sight of blood and death, they could not help growing excited.
Especially since these were human martial artists who had fallen into their hands as slaves.
Watching their companions get beaten to death alive, the human martial artists showed no change in expression. They seemed numb. By their side, every day—even every moment—someone failed to endure the Devil Race's torment and died outright. They had seen such things too often and had become numb to them, feeling nothing at all.
By now, they were nothing more than walking corpses, with scarcely any thoughts left.
Ye Xiwen's eyes reddened. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his flesh without his noticing.
"Weren't these lowly human slaves all mining in the nearby mountains? Why bring them here now? Letting them walk through our city is already polluting it. They are fit only to keep company with pigs and dogs!"
"Who knows? Letting them walk through the city is already an honor for them!"
"Heh heh, none of you know, but I do. There's no use cursing them anyway—they've long become walking corpses. More importantly, they are about to die!" An Asura sneered.
"They're about to die? What's going on?" The Asura's words immediately drew everyone's attention.
That naturally included Ye Xiwen.
"Hasn't a human martial artist been constantly harassing us recently? He has angered our City Lord, so the City Lord intends to execute all these human slaves!" The Asura sneered. "The City Lord has already laid down a heavenly net. Batch after batch of these human slaves will be executed, and we shall see whether that human martial artist appears. If he appears, he will be walking straight into a