From forty-three thousand down to less than a hundred?
Fuck, that was a drop of more than four hundred and thirty times!
Given a Black Rider Commander's lifespan, unless a major war had broken out, there was no way their numbers could have plummeted so drastically.
Even Li Su couldn't help swallowing at that moment, finding it hard to believe. "All because of that so-called Witch King Contest?"
The old man nodded. "Yes, all because of the Witch King Contest!"
What ruthless methods. In eight hundred years, they had killed more than forty-two thousand nine hundred Black Rider Commanders... Wait, no, that wasn't right.
Fuck, the last Witch King Contest had been five hundred years ago. There had been forty-three thousand Black Rider Commanders eight hundred years ago—meaning Witch City had killed more than forty-two thousand nine hundred Black Rider Commanders in just three hundred years?
Truly ruthless. Truly vicious.
Li Su couldn't help asking, "Do the Twelve Witch Ancestors not care?"
With so many Black Rider Commanders dying, it had to be an enormous loss for the entire Witch Clan, didn't it?
Though the War of the Witch and Demon seemed not to have lasted very long, that mostly referred to the period of the immeasurable calamity. In truth, the dualistic opposition between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan had not lasted years, decades, or centuries. It had begun after the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, after the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan had fallen.
The open and covert struggles between the two clans were measured directly in eras.
Hearing Li Su's question, the old man's smile grew even broader, brimming with mockery.
"My lord, who do you think would dare devise such a selection method so openly?"
Li Su froze. Very quickly, his scalp went numb, and