The Demon Race's Severed Lineage Curse

"I... I can!" Fei's voice trembled uncontrollably with pain.

"I ask, you answer." Fang Han's right fist pinned Fei's skull down like a mountain, its knuckles poised as though he might unleash another savage blow at any moment.

Fei dared not hesitate. The enormous head bobbed repeatedly like a pestle pounding garlic, signaling submission.

Then, through the exotic beast's trembling account, Fang Han finally glimpsed the truth of this Martial World.

The Martial World's true name was "Pasture Thirteen."

As its name suggested, it was a world treated as the thirteenth pasture.

Beyond the boundary Fang Han had seen earlier lay a vast territory ruled by exotic beasts.

And those exotic beasts all called themselves [demons].

In truth, the Demon Race World was a complete world much like Great Qian, while this Martial World was merely one of its dozens of dependencies. Fei was the keeper of the thirteenth pasture.

Besides abundant primordial energy from heaven and earth, the pastures offered something far more essential as tribute... the Demon Race's offspring.

Ever since the ancient "Severing Heaven and Earth," the Demon Race had suffered an exceedingly strange mutation—or perhaps it should be called a curse.

No matter how powerful a demonic beast's species was, its chances of producing offspring had dwindled to almost nothing.

As their bloodlines dried up, the Demon Race's overall population grew steadily smaller.

Over tens of millions of grinding years, their dwindling numbers had also gradually transformed the outlook of the entire Demon Race.

In ancient times, the Demon Race had shaken the universe with its bloodlust and love of battle.

Not only had they slaughtered the myriad living beings between heaven and earth, but infighting among their own kind had been commonplace, often ending only when one side was dead.

Yet today, those warmongers of