Xu Changxing put away the spoils of this battle with satisfaction, then flew on his sword into the mountain hollow that had originally been shrouded in demonic energy.
There, as expected, he saw more than twenty familiar faces.
After nearly two years of captivity, watching their companions being eaten one by one, these people were on the verge of mental collapse.
Still, the fact that they had endured until now without going mad was itself proof of their resilience.
In that respect, they could all be considered promising material.
While Xu Changxing looked them over, they stared in shock at the strange man hovering in midair.
They had all heard the tremendous crash outside just now.
Combined with the gradually dispersing demonic energy, it gave them a vague inkling of what had happened.
One burly man worked up his courage and asked, "Did you slay the Demon King outside?"
After asking this, he watched Xu Changxing nervously.
Xu Changxing had already recognized the speaker.
His name was Leng Qi, a martial artist with considerable talent.
But in the previous few simulations, he had died defending Human Race cities before he could develop his potential.
This was actually the norm for Human Race martial artists.
With the Demon Race so powerful, Human Race martial artists simply had no room to grow.
Many talented martial artists died beneath Demon Beasts' sharp claws and fangs before they could develop their potential.
Xu Changxing also found this deeply regrettable.
Unfortunately, at his current cultivation realm, he was still powerless to change any of it.
In all his previous simulations, he could only rush from place to place, hoping to spread the seeds of fire a little farther.
This time, however, Xu Changxing did not intend to act as he had in the simulations.
He