A simple question from Heller struck Zhang Tie's ears like a thunderclap out of a clear sky.
"Heller, are you saying that after the Devil Race reaches the saint level, there are... even more powerful figures...?" Even Zhang Tie's heart gave a jolt when he voiced the question.
"I can only say that if the Devil Race possessed merely saint-level knights, it would be impossible for them to exert any influence on the laws governing Little Tree's fruit generation. Such influence could directly shut Devil Race knights out of the generation laws of Little Tree's various fruits. This is a power of an extremely high level, far beyond the saint level!"
Though Heller had not said it outright, to Zhang Tie, who knew Heller's manner of speaking well, those words were already an answer. Zhang Tie had sensed this answer in his heart before, only he had not wanted to face it. Now, this answer he had refused to confront had finally been indirectly confirmed through Heller's words and this Fruit of Redemption for the human race.
Zhang Tie did not know whether he should laugh or cry.
The new fruit was good news to him, but confirmation that the Devil Race possessed power far beyond the saint level brought Zhang Tie immense pressure. That pressure felt just like when he had been a green young lad and learned that the Holy War was about to erupt—in his bewilderment, that silent, invisible pressure had made his heart tremble and left him alone at night before the vast starry sky, suffocating beneath a helpless sense of fate.
"Could it be... could the Devil Race truly have gods?"
"Then tell me: what is a god? How do you define one? If your current abilities had appeared before the Great Cataclysm—if you could