Daochen thoroughly enjoyed putting these young demons through their paces.
These demons might have been powerful, but they had lived uneventful lives for far too long.
They had idled away their days in the Demon Realm, with no wars and no sense of danger. The edge they once possessed had long since been worn away.
If he let them carry on like this, even if they reached the saint realm, they would only reach the saint realm first heaven.
Growing any stronger beyond that would be virtually impossible.
This tribulation lightning was merely a small lesson, a reminder that they could never afford to grow complacent.
In truth, every race throughout the Primordial World remained highly vigilant, because they stood on the brink of death at every moment.
You never knew when some outrageously powerful monster might appear beside you.
But "every race" did not include the Demon Race. They had their great Demon Emperor, and no race dared bully them at will.
After Daochen became Demon Emperor, the entire Demon Race lost the sense of danger that drove them to strive.
They lived under the Demon Emperor's protection, enjoying the glory he brought them.
Boundless resources had made every one of them complacent. By rights, after all these years, the Demon Race should have had far more experts than this. With so few at the peak quasi-saint stage, they might not even measure up to the Human Race.
Though the Human Race was weak, humans cultivated extremely quickly. Through their ceaseless cultivation, the number of human experts slowly grew.
Generation after generation of accumulation steadily swelled the ranks of the Human Race's experts.
At the same time, the Human Race had always lived on the brink of disaster.
From the hostility of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance to the