"Demons, creatures of feathered scales, are nothing more than beasts that savor blood and flesh. Even when they shed their scales and take human form, their savage nature remains unchanged. Their cruelty and killings warrant their demise. As the chief of my tribe, I have stomped numerous demons into meat scraps,"
Xiao Chen was unruffled by the crimson glare of the Green Wolf Demon Clan. At their level of cultivation, their hearts and minds are unwavering. Every warrior from any clan who has reached this stage had to wade through endless abysses drenched in blood and achieve it with countless slaughter, crossing over mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
