The so-called Demon Kingdom of Origin Mountain.
In the eyes of most human cultivators, it was merely a flock of barnyard chickens and running dogs, mountain delicacies and wild game huddling together for warmth.
Pile garbage upon garbage, and all you got was its ultimate form-a garbage heap.
Though they made a grand show of force, they had neither culture nor historical roots.
This war had not even begun yet.
They had already stepped into a massive pit-by establishing a Seven Demon King Council System.
At a time when their fortunes and lives were on the line, they actually played these games.
It was truly the greatest joke under heaven; they were bound to pay dearly for their lack of culture.
In wartime, the best form of rule was to have someone who could make the final call on everything.
Certainly not seven demons harboring different ideas and voting on them.
The battlefield changed in the blink of an eye, and decisions had to be made in the shortest possible time.
Whether a decision was good or bad, it was still far better than making no decision at all.
But the cultivators of the Human Race who understood these principles were hardly much better.
The Human Race had its own problem—internal power struggles.
Without a major sect powerful enough to settle matters, everyone was rotten to much the same degree, which made things interesting.
Before Chu Xingchen even arrived, the parties here had already been locked in a standoff, and they had begun choosing an alliance leader for this Demon-Slaying War.
Now, the fighting on the front lines had already begun to intensify, and only after Chu Xingchen had been here for some time did the various parties reluctantly choose a temporary alliance leader.
At least two months had passed