But they also understood very clearly.
Striking at the weak.
Cutting out the grass by its roots.
That was how one treated mortal enemies.
But for the Human Race and the Demon Race.
What lay between them was more a matter of honing themselves.
And so.
Cutting out the grass by its roots.
Was something that absolutely could not happen between the Human Race and the Demon Race.
If someone uprooted the other side now.
How would these two races develop in the future?
Combat.
Was restricted to cultivators.
Ordinary living beings who were not cultivators.
Could not be drawn into such battles.
If any living being broke this rule.
Then these powerful figures would intervene immediately.
From beginning to end.
Although the fighting between the Human Race and the Demon Race had been extremely fierce.
Everything had actually remained under the control of Nuwa and the Demon Race's powerful figures.
They were essentially cultivating powerful fighters the way one raised venomous creatures in a jar, letting them devour one another.
And the ultimate result would depend on how many powerful fighters they could produce.
If they produced a great many.
Everyone would naturally be happy.
Whether the Human Race or the Demon Race.
Both needed powerful fighters.
These powerful fighters.
Could only be cultivated through slaughter.
Under these circumstances.
The slaughter between the Human Race and the Demon Race grew increasingly frenzied.
Nuwa and a group of powerful Demon Race figures watched the situation every day.
Afraid that something unexpected might happen.
But things were actually holding up well.
Although the Human Race had grown somewhat frenzied.
They still retained their reason, after all.
The slaughter was always restricted to members of the Demon Race with strength of their own.
As for those ordinary members of the Demon Race