Humans and Demons Go to War (2)

At this very moment, a strange incantation echoed through the air. Although Yan Chihuo did not understand its meaning, he could tell it was the language of the Demon Race, and his sense of unease deepened.

When the chanting ceased, the mass of blood-colored clouds erupted with a boom, transforming into dozens of blood-red beams that struck the Bronze Mirrors. Corrupted by this blood light, the spells cast by the human cultivators hit the mirrors and shattered them into pieces instantly.

Yan Chihuo finally understood; the Demon Race had long anticipated this move from the humans and had prepared accordingly. However, the Demon Race had sacrificed hundreds, if not thousands, of Dao Foundation Stage demons, which was no small loss.

But then, Yan Chihuo realized the truth. These dead demons must have been dissatisfied with the East Sea Dragon Palace. The East Sea Dragon Palace had ruled the Demon Race for tens of thousands of years, and while other factions had tried to usurp them, none had succeeded. These dissenters were usually either suppressed by force or slaughtered entirely.

Those demons with noble bloodlines were better off; even if they were unhappy with the Dragon Palace, they would not openly oppose it. It was the demons without such bloodlines who felt their futures were hopeless and were more willing to take such desperate risks. They did not necessarily want to overthrow the Dragon Palace's rule, but they were utterly reckless when it came to competing for resources.

The East Sea Dragon Palace slaughtered most of these cultivators and kept a small portion as slaves; the demons sent to die here were likely these very slaves. Naturally, these slaves were unwilling to die, but the East Sea Dragon Palace possessed countless mystical methods to force their obedience.

Once the Bronze Mirrors