The Nine Infant Clan had sealed off this stretch of sea. To those who wanted to fish in troubled waters, it was practically an outrage that had provoked public fury, leaving them beside themselves with rage.
"Bastards! Do you people think you can stop this old man?" Suddenly, an elderly man let out a thunderous roar and charged straight in. Two Tooth Soldiers tried to stop him, but he smashed them both to pieces with a single punch and stormed directly through.
At once, the old man's actions seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and many people began assaulting the defensive line formed by the Nine Infant Clan's Tooth Soldiers.
Although that old man had easily killed the two Tooth Soldiers just now, not everyone possessed such strength.
These Tooth Soldiers had followed the Nine Infant Demon King through countless years of battle. Every one of them had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, each a peerless killing god with murderous aura soaring to the heavens. They were not opponents ordinary people could handle.
Many tried to imitate that old man, only to be torn apart on the spot by the Tooth Soldiers and turned into their Blood Food, devoured bite by bite.
The Demon Race was completely unlike the human race. Once defeated, they could very well become someone else's rations. If the struggles of the human race were largely for profit, then slaughter among the Demon Race was mostly for the sake of filling their stomachs. Even demon beasts as powerful as Kunpeng still went about eating people. A crucial part of Demon Race cultivation was digesting Blood Food; every person's blood essence contained tremendous energy, and the stronger the martial artist, the more so.
It was like how Ye Xiwen often