While everyone was lost in their arrogance, Chen Changan and his two companions had already begun hunting the two races.
Compared with the territory of the Mirror People Race, where the enslaved humans were scattered across different cities, the situation here was different.
The farther Chen Changan traveled, the more he found that although there were traces of former human settlements in the cities, they were all deserted.
"Which race's habits does this look more like to you?" Chen Changan asked.
Bu Yao thought for a moment, then said, "Hard to say."
"Either one is possible!"
"Right. You might as well have said nothing. Take a break."
Chen Changan flew for an entire month without seeing a single living soul. Nor did he see any members of the Heart-Devouring Insect Race or the Withered Corpse Race.
"Didn't you say the Heart-Devouring Insect Race and the Withered Corpse Race both enslaved humans?"
"Why can't we find anyone? Where have they taken all their slaves?"
"Big Brother, did we come to the wrong place?"
After so long without seeing a human or either of the other two races, even Da Huang began to wonder whether they had taken the wrong path.
"We'll take it one step at a time. It's too soon to say what's going on."
Another month passed before Chen Changan finally found a place where humans lived. But the conditions... they were truly awful.
Hundreds of thousands of people lived inside a small, dilapidated city.
Every one of them wore a blank expression and stared ahead with lifeless eyes. Their clothes were torn, and they looked for all the world like beggars.
Lying on the ground in groups of three or five, they looked even more like beggars by the roadside.
The city was so run-down that many could