The Demon Race Can't Talk? Then Why Not Turn You Back?

Watching Shen Lin sink into thought, the Human Emperor could not help warning him again:

"Shen Lin, I know these things are incredibly profound, but with your current strength, you would do better not to investigate them."

"Setting aside the Heavenly Demon's own formidable strength, the abilities of that strange flying vessel alone are not something anyone below the Dao Integration Realm can resist!"

Shen Lin came back to himself and nodded. "Senior, rest assured. I'm not so arrogant as that."

The Human Emperor was right. With his current power, he still had no way to investigate the secrets within.

No matter how curious he was, he would not do something that was tantamount to seeking death.

However...

In his mind, the system's notification sound had already begun ringing.

The Human Race members who had left the Rakshasa Islands had already started killing demons, sending him the Demon Lifespan they earned in return.

Although most of the Demon Race members were only at the first step of cultivation and provided merely a few thousand or tens of thousands of years of Demon Lifespan,

there were simply too many of them.

At this rate, it would not be long before he accumulated enough Demon Lifespan to try pushing Tyrant Saber to a new level.

Besides, he could not rely entirely on his fellow Human Race members.

After Shen Lin bade farewell to Prime Minister Zhang and the others, he went to the Rakshasa Race's dungeon.

The three Demon Race Venerables, including Bewitching Cry Demon Venerable, sensed Shen Lin's aura and each struggled to raise their heads.

"Damned bastard! If you've got the guts, release me and let's have a battle! Even if I die, I'll have no regrets. What good does torturing us like this do you?"

The moment he saw