After hearing Si Chen's analysis, Black Mountain scrunched up his bear face and began cursing in his gruff voice:
"Goddammit! The Human Race's twisting guts are more tangled than the old tree roots on the Mountain of Ten Thousand Silences!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He sat down with a thud, his fat rump smashing a hole straight into the ground:
"They caught us demons to raise us like livestock here?! Once I find out who did this, I'll rip his guts out and use them as a skipping rope!"
He kept swearing, clearly not counting his brother as a member of the Human Race at all.
Never mind him-even Si Chen did not consider himself a member of the Human Race. At most, he counted as "human-shaped."
On his shoulder, Red Bean was busy using its little claws to straighten the pale purple ribbon around its neck. The senior sisters of the Joyous Union Sect had carefully coordinated its outfit, and it did not want a fight ruining its look. This was the self-discipline of everyone's darling.
Hearing Black Mountain's words, it chirped twice in agreement, bobbing its little head to show its wholehearted approval.
Red Wind did not join in the cursing. He stared at the demons' corpses, his tiger eyes growing increasingly grim.
Unranked demons were mostly only on par with humans at the Qi Refining Stage, their intelligence not yet awakened...
If that person specifically captured these low-level demons, planted some means of control in them before their intelligence awakened, then exploited the difference in the flow of time here...
They were being raised and used like tools.
As a fellow demon, Red Wind felt an instinctive, bone-deep revulsion toward such things.
Now, they finally understood how the ruins along their journey had