"It's over. This time, it's really over!"
You An muttered to himself and slumped onto the stone platform.
The Servant Demon leader threw back its head and howled, summoning a small group of subordinates from nearby.
It kicked one of the Servant Demons to the ground, tore off its arm, and stuffed it into its cavernous, blood-red maw, chewing vigorously.
Amid the lesser Servant Demon's agonized cries, flames surged over the leader's entire body. As though reborn in fire, all its shallow wounds began to stop bleeding and heal.
It tore off another arm from its own kind, stripping away the flesh and wolfing it down. The Flame Baleful Intent on its body burned even more fiercely.
You An could no longer sit still. He sprang to his feet and cursed, "That's fucking disgusting! I'd rather be smashed to pieces than become food for this demon!"
After cursing, You An gave a bleak smile and said to Li Chen, "Brother, we cultivators always talk about immortality and transcendence, as though everyone has a chance to advance through cultivation and become powerful. But how many can truly rise above the teeming masses?"
"In this wild, lawless world, most people end up like us-dying unlucky deaths, their bones buried for years without anyone knowing!"
"You once told me in private that you couldn't understand why Old Huang and Old Lou had retired. The truth is, they were the clever ones. They'd already seen through it. Cultivating and pursuing the Dao is nothing but a great scam. In this world, most people are only weeds growing out of the soil, born for no purpose but to set off those immortal roots and spiritual blossoms!"
"Brother Hou died an unjust death too. If he hadn't been born weak, why would he have suffered such