Inside the shattered room, flames flickered slowly, their dark red glow falling across Zhao QiMing's aged, despondent face.
The humans of the Sky Dragon Realm had fallen into despair.
They had tried to resist, tried to find a way to change their fate, but every attempt had been like striking stone with an egg. All it brought them was even heavier oppression and deeper despair.
In the Sky Dragon Realm, held firmly in the grip of the Two-Headed Spirit Snake Clan, humans seemed forever unable to escape enslavement and being devoured. Their hopes and dreams could only be buried beneath this cold earth.
Generation after generation of humans had struggled with all their might, only to make themselves more delicious to the Demon Race.
The Two-Headed Spirit Snake Clan had no need to mine the Sky Dragon Realm's resources themselves. They let humans work to extract them and cultivate diligently.
Then, once the humans had grown strong, the Two-Headed Spirit Snake Clan devoured them and seized those resources.
This tragedy played out among humans generation after generation, like an inescapable curse.
Even Jiang Ping An, who was not from the Sky Dragon Realm, felt suffocated by such despair.
Zhao QiMing took a deep breath and struggled to steady himself.
No matter what, he had to get the young lady out.
If she stayed, even a high-level inheritance would not save her from death.
"Senior, please wait. I'll contact the other factions again."
"No need."
Jiang Ping An shook his head.
Now that he understood the Sky Dragon Realm's situation, he knew that even if any humans here had reached the Earth Immortal Realm, they would not be particularly strong.
Even if those Earth Immortals charged toward the exit alongside him, they would still end up dead.
Their help would make