At the very center of the island!
Within the ancient palace...
The Tiger Shark Clan's Half Venerable elder seated at the head of the hall frowned deeply, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the ancient beast patterns on his chair as he continued to deduce in his heart:
Before this, although the human and demon races had not engaged in large-scale, bloody slaughter, small-scale frictions and battles beneath the Golden Core Realm broke out every so often. They had never truly ceased.
Why, then, did the human race suddenly fall silent exactly seven years ago?
An icy, bone-piercing suspicion slowly took shape in his heart, chill spreading through his bloodline and across his entire body:
Could it be... that the clan chief had long since been suppressed and imprisoned by the president of the Cultivator Association?
Was that why all news of him had been completely cut off?
If not, how could there be such an eerie coincidence in this world?
At that thought, the Tiger Shark Clan Half Venerable felt a slight chill run through his body, even his fine scales faintly bristling.
He had lived for several thousand years and experienced countless battles. He knew full well that the gap between realms was a chasm as vast as heaven and earth.
Without a Spirit Transformation Demon Venerable holding the line, even if they united every Demon Race force in the True Dragon Sea and gathered all their troops...
there was absolutely no possibility of withstanding the terrifying edge of the human race's Spirit Transformation cultivators.
Once the human army broke through the defensive line and drove straight into the True Dragon Sea...
this final pure land of the Demon Race would fall completely.
When that time came, it would not be only the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
Every demon