The Demon Emperor was somewhat displeased to hear him say that.
"What do you mean, useless? Wherever there's oppression, there's resistance. Even I wouldn't want to be treated as someone else's food. I'd rather die fighting than be eaten!"
Thousand-Hand Hui was speechless. He pointed at the squid ahead. "These fellows are resisting so fiercely right now because the Giant Mouth Clan allows it. They specifically pick out those who resist the hardest, capture them, and devour them."
"They might not catch many in a day or two."
"But after countless years of being worn down, these fellows will discover that resistance is useless, and those unwilling to resist will resign themselves to their fate."
"When they discover that they can actually live quite well without resisting, they'll lose their motivation to fight back."
"Time can erase their hatred."
Demon Emperor Daochen continued, "Not only their hatred, but their civilization and reason as well."
"The Giant Mouth Clan is truly terrifying. Are they the strongest race?"
Thousand-Hand Hui shook his head. "They're merely a relatively low-tier race. What they cultivate is the desire to gorge themselves, which isn't anything particularly advanced."
Demon Emperor Daochen did not understand his words, but he could roughly grasp the meaning. The Giant Mouth Clan mainly focused on eating, so they were not particularly powerful.
Yet even a race like that could casually pen up other races as food.
Of course, the Demon Emperor was not looking down on this race. He mainly felt a sense of sorrow.
Facing a Giant Mouth Clan like this, being chosen as their slaves would truly be a sorrowful fate.
Because they could not resist such rule.
If something like this happened to the races of the Primordial World, would they be equally powerless to resist?
With sorrow, the