The Demon Race did not care about any of this.
That was why the Demon Race had remained at a disadvantage.
Still, their current disadvantage was within what the Demon Race could accept.
The higher-ups of the Demon Race did not care.
Because they knew.
The Human Race was destined to take center stage in the Primordial World.
The Demon Race was gradually withdrawing from the stage of history.
Leaving the stage in this manner.
Was an outcome all demons could accept.
In the end, only the weak demons would die anyway.
The powerful demons would remain free and unfettered.
They would not make enemies of the Human Race, either.
After all, to the powerful demons, those resources of the Human Race.
Held not the slightest appeal.
As for human souls?
To those demons blessed with extraordinary talent.
They were equally unappealing.
The fact that they could become powerful demons.
Proved that their talent surpassed that of the vast majority of humans.
Their souls were stronger than those of humans, too.
To them, human souls.
Were worth what, exactly?
Unless they could slaughter the entire Human Race.
Only then.
Could they gain some benefits.
But offending Nuwa for those benefits.
Was not worth it.
The higher-ups of the Demon Race knew exactly what to do.
They understood all too well what to keep and what to relinquish.
Meanwhile.
The battle between the Snake Demon, An Lan, and Changsheng continued.
For Changsheng and An Lan.
It was a difficult battle.
After all, this demon was powerful.
Not just in cultivation, but in physique as well.
This demon's physique.
Was clearly far stronger than that of an ordinary demon.
That was the most troublesome part.
Changsheng's treasured sword could only leave a few white marks on the Snake Demon's body.
It was