That Foreign Language Has to Be Learned

The sparks of fire Shen Lin had given the Human Race cultivators could not only help them practice the Demon Slaying Art, but also, through their connection to the Way of Fortune, allow him to project his power into any one of them at any time.

At first, this had merely been to ensure that the Human Race would not suffer needless casualties and affect the efficiency with which they earned him Demon Lifespan.

But during this period, Shen Lin had never gotten the chance to manifest before anyone in person.

Because of the Demon Slaying Art's ability to suppress the Demon Race, Human Race cultivators who practiced this technique could practically slaughter Demon Race opponents of the same realm with overwhelming ease.

Even when their opponents were a whole realm stronger, they could still rely on this trait to preserve their own lives.

Human Race cultivators above the Enlightenment Realm would hardly be in mortal danger even if they encountered a Demon Race cultivator of the Saint Realm.

As for those still at the first step, their range of activity was limited, and they would not easily encounter opponents who were too powerful.

Even if they did, they could hold out until experts from other races arrived to provide support.

After all, in the current Chaos Sea, the value of living members of the Demon Race had skyrocketed because of the blue-ocean industry recently developed by a certain someone.

Whoever saw one, as long as they had the ability, wanted to make some extra money.

This time, however, he had gotten his chance.

Shen Lin's illusory figure slowly rose into the air and arrived high above, looking levelly at the Demon Elephant.

He was indeed somewhat surprised. He had never expected that such a powerful member of the *Demon