The Demon Realm's Four Moon Trees: the Western Moon Tree had withered to teleport the gathered Saints, while the Northern Moon Tree had been burned to ashes by Saint Zong.
At this moment, a man in white robes appeared beyond the Southern Moon Tree.
No sword nor plum blossoms were embroidered upon those robes. They were flawlessly white, emitting a faint radiance.
Fang Yun held the Imperial God Tree and looked at the Southern Moon Tree.
This tree stood one hundred thousand miles tall, its trunk several thousand miles in diameter. The old bark upon it rose and fell like mountain ranges, while its layers upon layers of crown held enormous, thick, dark-green leaves that resembled stretches of land, like towers and mountains.
This was, in truth, a tree-shaped star.
Hundreds of millions of Demon Barbarians lived upon it.
The Demon Barbarians on the Moon Tree were the equivalent of the Demon Realm's nobility.
They were all descendants of Ancestral Gods or gathered Saints.
Across the overlapping leaf-continents, Demon Eyes projected scenes from throughout the Demon Realm. Those were images recorded by Demon Eyes spread across every corner of the realm.
The Demon Barbarians watched horrifying scenes from every region. They watched countless Demon Barbarians get devoured by the Nethernight White Demon in an instant. They watched Saint Ancestor incarnations become food for the Nethernight White Demon, and they fell into immense terror.
As for the gathered Saints busily plundering the Demon Realm's resources throughout the lands, they no longer had the heart to care.
Life was the foundation of a race!
Resources could be fought over again once they were gone, but if so many living Demon Barbarians were lost, the race's bloodline would be severed.
Those Demon Barbarians at the Great Demon King level could even feel their