The sun hung half-dead on the horizon, like a sickly silver spearhead. Having only just entered polar day, the air of the South Sea was still bitterly cold—cold enough to freeze one's breath into ice.
But colder still were the hearts of the Demon Race.
This was absolutely the most humiliating day of their demon lives. On this day, they were being forced by the dragon race they had always revered to attend an orgy outside mating season... pfft, to acknowledge weak foreign races as their teachers.
Of course, the Later Demon Race had stronger objections. For most of the Early Demon Race, after the collapse of civilization, being able to cross tens of millions of years and arrive in this era was already fortunate enough. One could not ask for too much.
Fortunately, most of the instructors dispatched by the Immortal Alliance were capable of suppressing these demons' emotions.
The human race's God Method had its own unique strengths. Moreover, this branch excelled at "making good use of external things," surpassing both branches of the Demon Race; even the dragon race clicked their tongues in amazement. Faced with this group of Shape-Transformation demons, the instructors, mostly at the Void Refining stage, did not need to fear them.
The demons could only swallow their humiliation and acknowledge these "teachers."
But the demons of Group C were the sole exception.
Because the instructor teaching their first lesson was actually a minor cultivator who had not even entered the high ranks, who had merely stabilized his nexus and formed a golden core!
This was no longer merely a matter of being dragged off to breed outside mating season. This was being dragged off to breed with cockroaches!
No demon could endure such humiliation.
Inside the lecture hall, a silver-haired demon youth watched