The people of the Demon Night Race obeyed their king unconditionally.
This social structure had remained unchanged ever since the race was born...
The sacred lands of the human race had evolved from sects, while divine kingdoms had evolved from mortal nations. However, the loyalty of human martial artists could not compare to that of the Demon Night Race.
If a great crisis erupted in a sacred land or divine kingdom, the core martial artists might choose to serve their sects, but it could not be denied that a considerable portion of them would choose to flee.
In fact, as the Sacred Race occupied the territory of the Human Dao Alliance step by step, many martial artists had chosen to leave the sacred lands they belonged to and flee for their lives. Some with especially vile character had even burned, killed, looted, and pillaged along the way. The ones who suffered were naturally the common people.
Such a situation would never occur in the Demon Night Race.
The faith of their race was embedded in their bones and marrow like an instinct.
Even when the Three Kings had fought for supremacy back then, only the upper-level martial artists had fallen into chaos. The lower-level martial artists had not erupted into any turmoil. The only one they wished to follow was their own king!
Thus, so long as the king gave the word, the people of the Demon Night Race would brave boiling water and raging fire without a single complaint. That was the reason the Demon Night Race was so united...
After Yao finished speaking, she cast a faint glance at Qing Yu. With a trace of an arrogant smile on her face, she dragged the train of her gown, dozens of yards long, toward the Five-Colored Glazed Gate of