The Half-Demons' Choice of Fate! Defect to the Human Race?

Yet everything this man said carried the meaning of refusal. Clearly, he was content with the status quo and unwilling to take further risks.

Hu Yi frowned, his tone turning heavy.

"The hard-won status quo?"

"By status quo, do you mean our people being slaves to others, killed for amusement at a whim, or devoured whenever they need to fill their bellies?"

Half-Demons were born flawed. It was basically impossible for them to cultivate to any particularly high realm; the peak of the Origin Core Realm was the end of a Half-Demon's entire life.

At such a realm, they could at most serve the Demon Race and obey its commands for the rest of their lives.

Hearing Hu Yi's words, the Goat-Bearded Elder frowned, somewhat displeased, but he still said, "Young Master Hu, you are also a Half-Demon. Naturally, you know that in these waters, whoever has the bigger fist gets to speak—not whoever has more people."

"Besides, the situation is chaotic now. The Chaotic Demon Sea is a place where fish and dragons mingle together. At our level, how could we possibly have a chance to fight for a voice?"

"As for what you mentioned, there is nothing to be done about it. Once they are bought, they are no longer our Half-Demon people. How their masters wish to handle them is their business. Our hands cannot reach that far."

There was not a trace of emotion in the Goat-Bearded Elder's square pupils. He seemed merely to be stating a cruel fact.

Compared to powerful races with difficulty reproducing, Half-Demons multiplied more like ordinary mortals. After so many years, their numbers had become countless, and they had developed forces resembling clans, like the Fox-Human Clan.

Not every member of Hu Yi's Fox-Human Clan leaned toward the Human Race. At