To this extent, immortals fought while mortals suffered—this old saying had been made manifest in this battle.
Yi Zheng clenched his fists. He knew nothing of any war for the world, nothing of the Boundless Human Race. He only knew that bloody history: those demons had invaded the mortal realm, turning their homeland into Human Hell, where billions of living beings had died miserably.
If he did not avenge this hatred, he was unworthy of being a son!
The rebukes had turned his face ashen, yet he forcibly suppressed his emotions. "Greetings, esteemed human seniors."
"Mo."
A Tribulation Transcendence Heavenly Lord of the Mo Clan nodded indifferently. With that single word, he denied Yi Zheng's identity as one of the Boundless Human Race, though not his identity as a human. "Little friend, once you come to the Mo Clan, you will naturally learn the truth of the mortal realm."
In the distant sky.
A deep wariness flashed through Qu Yao's eyes. "...The Mo Clan."
"Demon King, the Mo Clan of the Mengmu Great Sea Region is human as well!"
"Impudent."
Qu Yao turned his head and rebuked him, his expression becoming exceptionally grave. "Look at Mystic Micro Heaven. Look at the Taiyi Immortal Domain. Is there any great power that intends to launch a campaign against this Cultivation Family?!"
"Demon King, could it be?!"
"That's right. They are connected to that great figure as well, and this Cultivation Family has nothing to do with the Boundless Human Race. Do not make any rash moves. That would be courting death."
Qu Yao clearly came from a family with considerable foundations. As a native power of Mystic Micro Heaven, he knew certain ancient secrets.
Upon saying this, the eyes of experts from several surrounding races narrowed slightly. They nodded without betraying a