Chapter 532: The Rationality of the Demonic Race’s Existence
“What a great opportunity!”
Zhou Tong’s eyes flickered, and the divine rings behind him shimmered as the third light orb shot out, smashing into the opponent’s wrist.
With a clear sound, that indestructible wrist transformed, becoming a large piece of fragile charcoal!
“Cruel Guillotine!”
Zhou Tong repeated his tactics as the fire knife slashed again, easily cutting through like a steel knife slicing tofu!
“Ah, ah, ah!!!”
The owner of the black hand let out a cry of agony, clearly not that of a Celestial King, but the wail of the Dominator!
“This matter isn’t over, kid! When my true self descends, it will be the day I shred you to pieces!”
Realizing that he could not kill Feng, the opponent immediately made a strategic decision to retreat into the spatial rift, vanishing without a trace.
“Click, click, click…”
Lai Fu’s branches excitedly twitched, entangling the severed hand and dragging it into the Little Thousand Pure Land.
“What is this guy trying to do?”
Zhou Tong’s heart stirred as he activated his inner sight, observing the opponent’s every move.
He saw Lai Fu joyfully bouncing around the black hand, as if it had found a rare delicacy.
In the next moment, he continuously whipped the black hand with his branches, purifying all the evil energy inside, and then mobilizing the world power of the Little Thousand Pure Land to grind the black hand into tiny, fine particles!
This scene left Zhou Tong dumbstruck; those particles contained immense energy, comparable to elixirs, and here they were in endless supply.
Lai Fu immediately began feasting, devouring those particles as if they were his rations.
“Caw!!”
At that moment, the peacock in the cage also poked its head out, issuing a longing call, clearly attracted by the delicious rations.
Most of the time, Lai Fu was a good dog, understanding how to share and not be greedy; because of this, the peacock was able to taste feed made from the Demonic Race for the first time.
As soon as it entered its mouth, the peacock was taken aback for a moment before excitedly flapping its wings and emitting a series of joyful cries.
Meanwhile, its body grew larger, its breath became stronger, and the thing that pleased Zhou Tong the most was that it unexpectedly laid three eggs at once!
“What a delightful surprise!”
Zhou Tong rubbed his hands together in excitement, his eyes sparkling as he caught the scent of profit.
In the heyday of humanity’s ancestors, the reason they did not wipe out the Demonic Race was that this race was simply too disgusting.
First, the place they lived was overly harsh, barren, and full of natural disasters; it was never a place where one could settle, often experiencing earthquakes or tsunamis, sometimes even producing primordial radiation, completely devoid of any desire to occupy it.
Secondly, the place was filled with demonic energy that conflicted with mainstream cultivation materials; absorbing it would lead to demonic deviation.
Finally, these fools of the Demonic Race were stubborn, as if brainwashed, madly venerating their so-called “craftsman spirit.” Even when made into slaves, they didn’t understand how to follow instructions, not even grasping the basic tasks—this was pure exasperation for others!
Facts have proven that as long as one is sufficiently useless and disgusting, no one would covet them.
And the Demonic Race has grown stronger due to this repulsive quality; now they want to lay their hands on the world—this is truly a delusion.
Now the winds have changed, and Lai Fu, with his extraordinary intelligence, discovered the Demonic Race’s only significance.
That is, to be feed for divine beasts!
This just happens to confirm the old saying: existence is reasonable!
“Good job, Lai Fu!”
Zhou Tong gave a thumbs up in affirmation.
“Woof!”
Lai Fu lifted his head, barking twice in response, but Zhou Tong’s keen eyes caught sight of an orange flower blooming on Lai Fu’s second branch—a sign of new fruit about to emerge!
“Hiss…”
At the thought of this, Zhou Tong couldn’t help but gasp.
The fruit from the first red flower had given him the Fourfold Divine Power Ring; he could only wonder what the orange flower would produce?
“It seems we must find more feed!”
He muttered to himself, unable to restrain his eagerness as he developed a twisted sense of “fondness” for the Demonic Race.
What was once seen as something disgusting was now simply an omen of good fortune!
With this thought, Zhou Tong withdrew his gaze, looking at the trembling Mo Lei.
“Come here!”
He reached out and pulled him closer.
“Speak! Why did you come here so grandly?”
It’s no wonder he was suspicious; even considering the bet with the Earth’s Veins, the scale of the Demonic Race’s deployment this time was astonishing, clearly harboring some ulterior motive.
“We… we want to reclaim our ancestral land… this is our ancestral land…”
The opponent stammered, making Zhou Tong widen his eyes.
“Bullshit!”
