The long war had changed far too much.
The Human Race had been advancing without cease, and the Asura race had not stood still either.
The environment of Yu Abyss had been utterly transformed. The Asuras of today were no longer the "remnants of antiquity" that hid in the depths of Yu Abyss, bred enough children, then surged forth in a single flood to seek revenge.
They built Asura nations, enriched Asura civilization, studied the Human Race's military systems, replicated all manner of battle tactics... Through generation after generation of suffering, they reinvented and evolved themselves. Only thus had they avoided vanishing hastily into the Long River of history, becoming, like all the challenges the Human Race had encountered throughout history, a mere passing mention—a "mange and ringworm affliction."
Just as the "Mother of Antiquity" in the depths of Yu Abyss, wielding supreme power, had declared—the Asura race would make the Human Race choke on its own bitter fruit and fulfill the oath; they would make the Human Race, for ten thousand generations, bear the guilt of its betrayal in ancient times. If the Asura race was a disease, then it would become the Human Race's "incurable malady."
As overlords who had suppressed all the heavens for several great eras running, not just anyone was qualified to stand opposite the Human Race and presume to be its rival.
The price the Asura race had paid for this was more than blood and tears.
The evil Asura named Ugu Du could recognize Ji Zhaonan in his snow armor and with his silver spear at a glance, so naturally he had not overlooked intelligence concerning Jiang Wang.
After all, this foremost prodigy of the Human Race, who had established illustrious martial achievements in both the Demon Realm and the Lost Realm, had