Two handsome youths gazed at a pitch-black Demon God Pillar that had dimmed, as though it lay dormant.
Long Haochen turned his gaze to Yang Tian beside him and asked, "Senior Brother Yang Tian, is there nothing you can do either?"
Yang Tian said, "It's not that there's nothing I can do. I don't want to destroy it. I want to melt it down and reforge it. With my current strength, I'm not powerful enough to melt it down. At the very least, I'll have to wait until my spiritual power breaks through a hundred thousand."
After a pause, Yang Tian continued, "When the time comes, all seventy-two Demon God Pillars together will surely allow me to forge an incredibly powerful Divine Artifact."
Long Haochen frowned. Although melting them down was a good idea too, what about the Demon Race? Unless the Demon God Pillars were destroyed, the Demon Race would never go extinct.
Long Haochen asked, "Senior Brother, the Demon Race has ravaged humanity for six thousand years. Since you have the ability, why won't you destroy it?"
Yang Tian glanced at Long Haochen. Perhaps they saw things from different perspectives. Long Haochen had also been successfully brainwashed by Long Xingyu, killing demons without mercy or pity. Was Yang Tian himself any different?
If he had the strength to melt down all seventy-two Demon God Pillars, Yang Tian might even be able to turn demons into humans. Otherwise, he could use a Super Divine Artifact to break through the barriers and lead the Demon Race somewhere else, or search for a new continent.
The seventy-two Demon God Pillars had themselves been forged by consuming all the high-grade materials, fortune, and other resources of another world. Holy Guard Number Nine had also frankly stated that the Demon God Pillars carried