Hearing A Nan's question, Huo Yuhao simply said calmly, "I don't know. I'm not sure."
"I can't say that the entire Demon Race is innocent, because many humans have indeed died because of them. But I can't say that every member of the Demon Race deserves to die, either. After all, not all of them ever have the chance to see humans or fight them."
"Those members of the Demon Race who are starved to withered husks aren't even qualified to charge at human fortresses on the front lines. None of them qualify to receive any human slaves, either. They can't engage in production, so they can only starve to death in their tribes or be killed while attacking caravans."
"You should understand that although, in theory, every member of the Demon Race has a chance to advance to a higher rank, that can't possibly happen. Those who face starvation from the moment they're born won't even live long enough to reach that point."
"Life can't decide where it will be born, but neither will it bare its neck for slaughter. No matter how powerful its opponent is, life will try every possible way to survive."
"Life itself resists. Whether they're members of the Demon Race, humans, or other species, as long as they have self-awareness, can feel happiness, can feel fear, can feel shame, then... then they won't obey anyone completely."
Huo Yuhao's words were neither impassioned nor a stirring declaration. He merely spoke calmly, even rambling a little.
Yet A Nan across from him, along with the twenty wounded and disabled high-ranking members of the Demon Race farther away, all remained silent. No one interrupted Huo Yuhao, and no one chose to leave. They merely stood there quietly.
"I don't know how to judge the Demon Race, but