The old demon's slender wrists trembled slightly, looking like a withered twig. Not only such wrists didn't have enough strength to clench a sword and kill humans, they also didn't have enough strength to satisfy his own need.
Moreover, from the old man's feeble breathing, one couldn't see if he even had a little bit of fighting power. Having a magic spell to shape sand was nice, but the beautiful spell couldn't be used in the actual combat.
But what could a feeble old man explain? Any tribe that was good at fighting battles didn't lack any feeble old man that had lost their ability for masturbation. But, could he prove that the entire desert demons do not have a happy sex life? There was no such truth in the world. Thus, in Wang Lu's view, the self-proofing logic of this old man was incomparably amusing.
However, at this moment, Feng Yin could not help open his mouth to explain, "Senior Brother, their people really don't have fighting ability anymore."
