So why did I have to go this far? A Bao asked himself inwardly.
After all, there was no Demon Race on Douluo Star, nor was he in the Undead Demiplane. He himself had little connection to this place and little involvement with it. Everything here was unfamiliar.
But A Bao thought of the scenes after construction had first begun in Demon City. They were different from what he had seen on the battlefield in the past. It had been busier than a battlefield, but without the despair and bloodshed.
And the woman who had brought about Demon City's construction had no involvement with that land either. She had not been born there, the Demon Race there had nothing to do with her, and she did not even belong there.
She could have treated everything happening there as something she had never seen, or waited until the dust settled before breaking free of her restraints and leaving.
And if she had done that, no one would have said anything.
But if she really had chosen to do so back then, the Demon Race would not have been what it was now.
She had not been born there and was not of the Demon Race, yet she had done all of this, gradually turning everyone's initial incomprehension into acceptance.
And now, we are neither humans nor Soul Beasts, but we have to do something similar, even if it seems somewhat insignificant right now...
Then, as the host's resonant voice rang out through the loudspeakers in Mingdu Grand Stadium, A Bao's thoughts returned to the present, and his lowered eyes looked ahead.
Before him was a grand stage. Behind him were nearly a hundred thousand spectators in Mingdu Grand Stadium, and beside him were the final nine contestants remaining in this Tournament