Lu Ya understood one thing very clearly: if he did not mobilize the Demon Tribe as quickly as possible and slaughter every last Otherworlder,
destruction would await them.
The Demon Tribe needed thousands, even tens of thousands of years to produce each descendant.
Although members of the Demon Tribe were born with exceptional talent and great strength, they could not withstand losses on such a massive scale.
These races had already evolved to a kind of limit of life itself.
With an endless stream of resources, they could endlessly cultivate the strength of their own races.
And once these vast populations of Otherworlders truly gained a firm foothold,
the Demon Tribe would undoubtedly lose, given their reproductive capacity.
These races were actually much like the Human Race, only more terrifying. They were more like weapons of war.
Everything they did was solely to raise more of their kind and take part in more wars.
Races like these existed only for war.
Perhaps they had initially fought to survive, but now they had completely lost the meaning of survival. They kept their own races alive by devouring everything belonging to other races and other worlds.
Such races did not deserve to survive at all. They were too terrifying—terrifying enough to drive anyone to despair.
"Have you seen enough, you Demon Tribe brats?"
"If you've seen enough, then die. Don't you know this is our territory now?"
The mocking voices of the Dark Deities rang out around them.
Beside Lu Ya, Kong Xuan and Great Peng guarded him.
Around them, more than ten Dark Deities had surrounded them, leaving no way out.
One Dark Deity stared coldly at the three of them.
"Bai Ze really steeled his heart this time, didn't he? He actually sent three Quasi-Saints to gather intelligence and relay