The Human Race is weak?
"So you chose to hide in this underground world?"
"In the Land of Chaotic Races, are there really no powerful experts among the Human Race?" Chen Changan asked with a frown.
"Powerful experts? What powerful experts?"
"Even if there were any, they were probably captured long ago. They'd either be made slaves or eaten."
"If we had powerful experts, would we have to hide here?"
"We're lucky just to be alive."
Chen Changan could tell that the people here had lost all their spirit. They only wanted to live in peace, even if that meant hiding in this underground world.
There was nothing wrong with wanting to live, but if the Human Race didn't strive to become stronger, could they really live in peace?
After all, in the Land of Chaotic Races, so many other races were watching the Human Race like tigers eyeing their prey. Without striving to become stronger, they faced only extinction!
But this was these people's choice, and Chen Changan was just an outsider passing through. Naturally, he had no place telling them what to do.
"Fine. Everyone has the right to choose how they want to live."
"I just want to know: have all the humans in the Land of Chaotic Races gone into hiding down here?"
"How big is this place?"
"And why have the humans in the Land of Chaotic Races become public enemies? Which races are targeting them?"
These three looked like ordinary guards here, responsible for patrolling the city and handling emergencies.
They had also lived in the Underground Abyss since birth and knew very little. They couldn't give Chen Changan any answers to his questions.
And their cultivation... was truly poor. None of the three had even reached the Spiritual Platform Realm. They were only