But!
The other spectators were also cheering excitedly, without the slightest sense of guilt.
The bloody stench of the battle between them spread through the air, and the blood-soaked scene made the surrounding spectators burn with excitement, their spirits soaring.
Wave after wave of cheers burst from their mouths. Their eyes blazed as they stared unblinkingly at the nearly brutal contest.
The people here liked this kind of contest. It sent them into a frenzy.
Ling Yun quietly watched the two low-level demon beasts on the arena. Low-level demon beasts possessed little spiritual awareness—in fact, they could barely think or judge for themselves at all.
Everything they did was driven by instinct. They had no idea that the slaughter between their own kind was merely to win their owners more glory and give the onlookers a better show.
As far as the demon beasts on the arena were concerned, they were only obeying their tamers' orders. Even though they held not the slightest hostility toward their own kind, they had no choice but to bare their fangs and tear their opponents apart piece by piece.
It was a cruel, vicious sort of pleasure.
But Little one rubbed her eyes, tugged at Ling Yun, and said in her childish voice, "Papa, why do they have to do this? They're so cute."
Ling Yun did not know what to say either. He could only helplessly rub her little head. Her brows drew together slightly; deep down, she disliked this beast arena.
When one of the demon beasts on the arena was finally grievously wounded and collapsed, unable to rise again, the victorious side received the cheers of the crowd.
Its owner excitedly rushed onto the arena, gathered the blood-covered beast into his arms, and threw back his head in delighted laughter.
Yet