The giant beast twitched its nose gently, as though it had caught a scent.
It abruptly turned its head.
Looking toward the ruins nearby, it suddenly charged over.
Its greed was irrepressible.
Only blood energy could allow them to keep evolving.
A young man suddenly appeared on the horizon, his figure flashing past.
The giant beast's head fell with a crash.
Beast Blood sprayed, as though a shower of blood had begun falling from the sky.
The young man stood proudly in the air, like an undying god of war.
His killing intent soared into the sky.
He was utterly different from the people below, who had already grown numb.
"This is the worst of times, but it is also the best of times!"
"Energy fills the air!"
"Demon Cores are ours for the taking."
"How hard can it be to drive out the Demon Clan and carve out a clear and orderly world?"
"Rather than cower, we should fight to the death!"
"At least then, we would deserve to call ourselves the Human Race!"
In midair, the young man looked at the people below and spoke.
His voice brimmed with commanding confidence and the resolve to face this world head-on.
The people's eyes were blank and confused.
Some understood.
They rose and approached the giant beast's body, letting its blood drench them from head to toe.
Traces of energy emanated from within their bodies.
Their gazes gradually grew resolute.
Others remained indifferent to everything, sitting motionless in corners.
Though they were still alive,
they were like walking corpses, nothing but soulless shells.
"Demons are not invincible."
"They can be killed!"
"They can be eaten!"
"They can strengthen us."
"One day, every member of our Human Race will surely be like a dragon, sweeping the universe clean and bringing peace