Zhang Yun and Zhang Yuanrang's attention was instantly drawn over.
Yuan Chang, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly began writhing in agony and coughing nonstop.
Blood seeped from his body and came spilling out of his mouth with each cough.
But the bleeding was gradually slowing.
"Are all cultivators monsters like this?"
Zhang Yun covered her mouth in fright. The sight before her was far too horrifying.
Why? Yuan Chang was wounded all over and had clearly spilled blood across the floor. Yet not only had he survived, his injuries were actually healing.
Zhang Yuanrang was frightened too.
As the head of a family, he knew something about cultivators.
All cultivators had once been martial artists.
Martial training was the foundation of cultivation. Aside from prodigies with astonishing talent, everyone had to pass through this stage to temper their bodies.
After that, refining essence into qi and refining qi into spirit were both forms of internal cultivation, with little connection to the body.
With injuries this severe, any cultivator should have died, regardless of their cultivation realm.
Was the thing before them even human?
"Senior... he..."
Zhang Yuanrang swallowed and stepped in front of his daughter.
"He isn't human."
Xu Tong suddenly spoke, answering Zhang Yuanrang's question.
He was surprised too. Aside from discovering certain features of this world that closely resembled the Primordial World, he had now found that beings such as demons existed here as well.
Indeed, what stood before them was no longer truly human, but a demon.
A powerful body, rapid cultivation, and near immortality.
In the early stages of cultivation, demons were almost the most powerful beings in existence.
Only innate beings could surpass them.
After all, nothing capable of becoming a demon was ever simple.
Zhang Yun had been so anxious that,