After the Middle Ages, the Demon Race had dominated the Vast Continent. Even great races such as the Human Race, the Heavenly Human Race, the Asura Race, and the Divine Wind Race had to give way.
Let alone the various minor races within the Endless Sea?
Born after the Middle Ages, Niu Qingtian was the strongest among the Holy Ox King's tens of billions of descendants, and the nominal ruler of this great Demon Country.
"Your Majesty's divine might is boundless. With one battle, you slew that Human Race High Priest. Even if the many minor races do not wholly submit to us, they would hardly dare defect to the Human Race. If we act, we may instead force them into the Human Race's arms."
The enormous ox lay prone, its tail swaying as it said in a deep, muffled voice:
"It would be unwise, unwise, to act rashly."
The giant ox lay sprawled at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the rolling sea of clouds, clearly disagreeing with Niu Qingtian.
At the end of the day, the ownership of the Vast Continent and the outcome of the great war could never be decided by a few minor races. What truly determined everything was the clash between the Demon Race's Seventy-two Great Sages, the Demon Emperor, and the Human Race's Human Emperor, kings, and marquises.
"Niu Batian, ever since you returned from the Myriad Demon World, you have grown more and more timid..."
Niu Qingtian snorted coldly, a trace of darkness flashing through his eyes.
The Myriad Demon World was the collective name for the countless demon realms within the Imperial Palace Immortal Tablet. Time flowed differently inside; ten thousand years of cultivation within amounted to only one day in the Vast Continent.
Many prodigies of the Demon Race, and