Truth be told, no one hated the Heavenly Demons more than they did.
They had once lived well in their own worlds, even carefree lives. Any disputes that arose stayed within their worlds, untouched by outside forces.
But when the Heavenly Demons arrived, whole worlds became ruins, silent and dead. No one could survive under their rule.
They had watched helplessly as the Heavenly Demons wiped their worlds from existence. The grief had scraped across their hearts like a knife.
No one knew how deeply they hurt. Only the devastation and sorrow left behind in each destroyed world remained, lingering forever.
Yet no matter how much they grieved, no matter how desperate they felt, they could no longer summon even a trace of defiance.
Having lived through the destruction of their worlds, they knew how terrifying the Heavenly Demons truly were.
Countless Heavenly Demons had reached the Heaven-Human Realm. Their numbers made scalps prickle.
In any world, someone at the Heaven-Human Realm stood at the very summit. The Heavenly Demons had them in droves.
When that horde descended, no one could resist. Their sheer numbers had driven everyone to utter despair.
They had neither the will to resist nor the slightest strength to do so.
Then Qin An came looking for them, and a faint hope stirred.
But it was a frail hope. What he proposed felt almost impossible.
The old man sighed and shook his head. "Lord Qin, if you've only come to visit our world, we'll gladly welcome you and be good hosts."
"But if you want us to help you, or even fight those Heavenly Demons beside you, save your breath. Please go. Those demons have crushed our spirit. We cling to life only to preserve this world's last flicker of flame."
His refusal was blunt.
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