"That's right. It's a good thing for both the Human race and the Orc race to be injured. That will be the most beneficial for our Blood Demon race. Peace brings no benefits to us at all. War is our feast."
In the blood light, the powerhouses of the Blood Demon race cackled.
To them, this was an incomparable feast, a feast that could be called a fortune.
The Blood Demon race was an extremely strange race. They were born from the bloody baleful aura and cultivated by absorbing the bloody baleful aura. As long as there was enough bloody baleful aura, they could advance by leaps and bounds in the shortest time.
"Alright. This is an opportunity for the Blood Demon race to rise. We should use the gathered bloody baleful aura to spawn as many other clansmen as possible and strengthen our Blood Demon race. This is the most important thing," The Blood Demon Ancestor sitting on the altar said.
