Killing Himself!
Fu Shang had not traveled the Great Wilderness for long, but he had seen quite a few Qi Practitioners of demon races, or people of other races, who raised humans in captivity as humans raised chickens and ducks.
Whenever he encountered such people, he naturally showed no mercy, killing all the way as he traveled.
Like the Red Stone Tribe, located near the edge of the Great Wilderness where even Sword Gate could not provide protection, they either died in beast hordes or were captured by other races and raised like chickens and ducks.
But with his current cultivation, he still lacked the power to slaughter all the Otherworlders on this ancestral planet with a single thought. Even though he had killed his way here, it had not made much difference.
The humans of this world were weak. Even if he personally killed those who kept them captive, those humans who had long grown accustomed to captivity would find it difficult to survive in the cruel Great Wilderness.
At any moment, they could be captured and raised again.
Like livestock raised by humans, even if they were set free, they would struggle to reproduce and survive in the vast world. They would either be captured by others or fall into the jaws of savage beasts.
The law of the jungle was particularly naked on this ancestral planet.
As the weakest among the myriad races, this situation could not be changed overnight.
"Raising humans in captivity..."
Fu Shang lowered his brows, and a chill flashed through his eyes.
In the Great Thousand World, the weak were prey to the strong. The weak were destined to become the food of others. He had seen this far too many times.
But seeing it often did not mean he could remain indifferent