(PS: Work had been busy these past two days, so I hadn't been able to post extra chapters. I feel very guilty—I'll make it up to everyone tomorrow!)
Primeval Demonic Realm, Western Continent—a prosperous land that revered martial strength. Its customs and people differed greatly from those of the other four continents. Dozens of different races stood side by side, locked in endless conflict.
Across the vast continent, martial artists could be seen fighting everywhere. At the slightest disagreement, fists and feet would fly, as though this were a land yet untouched by civilization.
Yet the Western Continent's overall strength was renowned throughout the world. If not for the Heavenly Demon Clan, the absolute overlords of the Primeval Demonic Realm's Central Continent, the Western Continent would have been the strongest of the five regions.
On the wilderness, two groups fought fiercely. Amid the battle, a filthy little girl kept wiping away her tears, pitiful beyond measure.
"Urgh!"
Suddenly, in the midst of the battle, the little girl's father was beheaded in a single stroke. Blood gushed forth, veiling her young eyes in crimson mist.
The little girl froze. A moment later, she burst into heartbroken sobs.
The battle raged on. The little girl's father's side was soon slaughtered until only a fierce-looking woman remained, covered in blood that had dyed her clothes red.
"Cut the grass and pull out the roots!"
From the side holding the advantage, two burly men stepped forward. Their longswords slashed down, intending to eliminate both the little girl and the woman.
The killing intent on the woman's ferocious face did not diminish. She wanted to fight back, but grievously wounded as she was, she no longer had the strength to do so.
The little girl cried even harder, her legs so terrified that she could