Human cultivators had always known how to use cruel tortures to spur along these undying demonic cultivators. Just from their words, Ye Tian could tell how miserably the demonic cultivators within had suffered.
In this world, humans and demons were not truly different; they were merely divided by race and clan. The so-called evil of demonic cultivators was nothing more than something said of one's enemies.
In terms of their actual deeds, humans were far crueler than demonic cultivators. Demonic cultivators might merely have been somewhat lacking in their cultivation and cultivation methods. But humanity was beyond words.
With a wave of his hand, Ye Tian once more stored the demonic cultivators inside his storage ring. Because there were simply too many of them, he had been unable to treat them all.
Yet there were still quite a few demonic cultivators in the storage ring, and they could provide these people with a faint amount of demon ash.
At present, the demon ash army had already grown to more than thirty thousand. But such a tiny number was far from enough.
Compared to the human race, which numbered in the hundreds of billions, they were still far too insignificant. Ye Tian did not wish to remain in this strange palace for even another moment.
The stone statue had now become a pile of rubble, yet Ye Tian still had not found anything that could shine.
Ye Tian's perception could not possibly have been mistaken. A faint, ghostly glimmer had definitely flashed past—but somehow, the palace doors had closed.
"What is this?" Ye Tian tried pushing the doors, but there was no response.
He had clearly used roughly the same amount of force just now, yet now there was only the sharp clang of the doors colliding with something.
Bang!
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