And faced with this situation, the great powers could only look on helplessly. There was nothing they could do about these Rogue Cultivators.
If they attacked the Rogue Cultivators, they would lose the people's support.
By now, they had also learned what the Demon Beasts were after. Human cultivators were difficult to raise up in strength,
while Demon Beasts were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
They were clearly here to wear down the strength of the Human Race's younger generation.
They weren't going to wage a full-scale war against them. They simply wanted to weaken the Human Race as a whole and kill as many of their younger generation as possible.
Every Human Race cultivator who died was one fewer. But what about the Demon Race? Judging by bloodline alone, sending low-bloodline Demon Beasts to wear down the Human Race was nothing but a great bargain.
The ones who had come this time were all Demon Beasts from the very bottom of the Demon Race. They could hardly even be considered part of the Demon Race, their bloodlines were so lowly.
In the Demon Race, bloodline was everything.
These lowly Demon Beasts were as numerous as the hairs on an ox. And the lower their bloodlines, the more easily they bred—often giving birth to more than ten at a time.
Besides, the Eastern Continent had been peaceful for a long time, and the Demon Race's territory could barely hold all these lowly Demon Beasts anymore.
Supporting so many Demon Beasts placed an enormous burden on their resources. In short, there was no room left for them, and no resources left either. The only thing to do was reduce their numbers.
But there were too many to simply kill. It might even provoke a backlash. So they came