This was the consequence of racial weakness.
The Tree Spirit before them could only rely on the help of others to ensure the safety of her race.
Which raised a question...
Even if they dealt with the thirty fortresses here, even if they solved the problem of the Ten Thousand Demons Cavern, would weak races like the Tree Spirits truly become safe?
In Ling Zhan's eyes, not necessarily.
A race that was incomparably weak and even regarded as a resource for war would probably be unable to change its circumstances even if the Ten Thousand Demons Cavern and the Demonfall Organization were wiped out.
The reason was simple.
As long as there were benefits to be gained, the persecution of the Tree Spirit race would never cease.
In the current job-change world, the various nations had joined forces because of the existence of the Ten Thousand Demons Cavern and the Demonfall Organization, so there had not been much friction between them.
At most, there were only minor skirmishes.
But once the Ten Thousand Demons Cavern was completely destroyed and there was no longer anything threatening the lower realm, wars between nations and races would very likely erupt once again.
As for the reasons...
Perhaps it would be a struggle for resources, perhaps an occupation of land, perhaps merely to flaunt the strength and authority of one's nation and race.
In short.
The likelihood of war breaking out between nations was extremely high.
And the Tree Spirits would undoubtedly be pushed back onto the crest of the wave once more.
That was why Ling Zhan could not help sighing.
Should he do something afterward?
He truly had the ability to do so now.
At the same time, Ling Zhan began reflecting inwardly.
In the past, his mindset had always been that