Xue Zhao truly broke down. In his heart, the Human Race's Resistance Army had always been extremely weak, at most possessing an Early World Lord Realm expert.
But now, what was this situation?
A Human Race cultivator appeared and killed him with a single sword strike.
What realm was this? He had no time to sense it, and naturally could not determine it. But one thing was certain: the other party's cultivation was higher than his, vastly higher.
"This isn't even their leader. Then just how strong is the leader of the Human Race Resistance Army?" Before dying, Xue Zhao thought of this terrifying question and felt as though the Demon Race was facing an enormous crisis of extinction.
But what did that have to do with him? He was already dead, and his Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan was about to be wiped out anyway.
Bang! Xue Zhao slammed heavily into the ground, dead as a doornail.
That sword strike left those suppressed by Xue Zhao utterly shocked. They looked up at Su Qichen, their eyes filled with reverence.
"Greetings, my lord!" They immediately knelt and saluted Su Qichen.
Su Qichen swept his gaze over them and discovered that these people were all on the verge of losing their sanity.
Thinking of the cultivation technique he had seen in the Divine Ruins Hall earlier, he murmured, "Sure enough, everything in the world is fair. If you want to rapidly increase your cultivation, you must give up something."
"However, the Human Race has already become so weak. A strong dose of medicine is indeed necessary."
He found Qin Luo's decision to make that kind of cultivation technique available entirely reasonable.
Only after entering the Demon Realm and learning about the Demon Race did he realize just how terrifying they were.
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