Of course, that was assuming Ye Kuang had made no progress in the past half year. If Ye Kuang had stepped into the Celestial Realm Eighth Stage, it would still be a tremendous headache for Ye Xiwen. But it would also mean one good thing: it would spur him on to catch up with Ye Kuang faster.
Ye Xiwen looked at the miasma in the sky. It formed a natural barrier, dividing the Human Race's territories and the demon lands into two utterly different worlds.
Looking out at a glance, he saw that this dividing line stretched without end, vanishing into the horizon.
Unlike the central region of the Ancient Barrens Continent, which was suited to human habitation, the demon lands were nothing less than barren mountains and treacherous waters to humans—places where survival was simply impossible.
The miasma was the greatest difficulty. The demon lands were shrouded year-round in miasma that soared into the heavens, and ordinary people had no way to survive within it.
Back when the Demon Race had been pulled down from its throne of kings, the Human Race and the All Races Alliance had only pursued them to the outskirts of the demon lands and had not ventured deeper. That was because the environment within these lands was utterly unsuitable for weak creatures like humans to survive in.
To martial artists who had achieved success in cultivation, miasma was nothing. But to ordinary mortals, it was enough to take their lives. Thus, the Human Race had not continued pursuing the Demon Race into the demon lands. For one thing, when rabbits were driven to desperation, they bit people; when dogs were driven to desperation, they leaped over walls. It might have inflicted a fatal blow upon the Human Race. For another, even if they seized