Fang Chen nodded. "Yes. The Devil Race went to great lengths to build so many camps in the Sacred Land, only to be hit by such a monstrous Superstorm. Their losses must be heavy. But many Saints of the Human Race were in the Sacred Land too, and they must have died. Even if every Devil Race member there died, the Devil Race would still be stronger than the Human Race!"
Saint Honghe nodded sharply. He knew that a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. The Devil Race had built over a hundred camps in the Sacred Land; that alone spoke volumes about its strength. Even if every camp had been destroyed, the Demon Race Continent was far stronger than the Barbaric Continent. He was certain the Devil Race had gained vast resources from the Sacred Land while building those camps.
Thousands of years ago, the Devil Race had produced a prodigy in the Qingtian Demon Emperor. Under his leadership, they had braved the terrifying Spatial Storm to build camps in the Sacred Land.
Once they had succeeded, they had expanded across the Sacred Land. From then on, the Devil Race could sustain itself with resources gathered there. While the experts of the Human Race still feared the Spatial Storm over the Barbaric Sea, Devil Race experts kept reaching the Sacred Land with the Qingtian Demon Emperor's help. They cultivated in those camps, and their Cultivation advanced at astonishing speed.
In just a few thousand years, the Devil Race had grown powerful enough to crush every other race.
If this Super Spatial Storm had not appeared, and the Devil Race had continued at its previous pace, its camps would have covered nearly the entire Sacred Land in a few thousand more years. By then, it would have been