"The Crimson Demons are just so unlucky."
The orcs in Beimang Mountain returned one after another.
Looking at their current circumstances, they then looked at the Crimson Demon People's miserable state.
They laughed sadistically.
A smile bloomed on their miserable faces.
Their experience, no matter how miserable, is never comparable to those of Crimson Demons.
"After being continuously toyed by that group of people, the entire clan of the Crimson Demons was only left with True Realm and three Virtual Realms. Few people below the Perfected Person remained."
Compared to the orcs like them, the Crimson Demon had gone through miserable lives.
It was so tragic that it made people speechless.
They originally thought that their own race's experience had been tragic, but now it seemed like they are already lucky enough.
"Now these Crimson Demons are having big trouble."
