Mrs. and Mr. Smith

The most terrifying thing is that those Bloodlines with powerful cultivation have been wiped out one by one.

Most of those left behind are ordinary people and those of low cultivation talent.

Once all the powerful cultivators here are completely eradicated, the remaining people will undoubtedly be like pigs and dogs, completely becoming the targets of slaughter by the Demon clan.

"We no longer hope for anything else now, on this isolated continent, we only hope that Hominini won't suffer as much pain anymore."

The middle-aged man in front slowly kneeled before them.

Afterward, many others stepped forward and also kneeled before Stone Schroeder.

Almost all of these people are cultivators above the Path Spirit level, and they are the ones who willingly face death this time.

Ethan Smith felt suffocated; what kind of despair would make these people make such a choice?

Is it possible that even they cannot accomplish it?

"The area covered by the Eight Desolate Beast Domain occupies one-third of the Path Profound Holy Kingdom. Even though we used this Divine Realm Ancient Ship, it took nearly half a month to get here. Even if the powerful cultivators here are cleared away, fearfully, the Humans living here will face another disaster."

Sterling Hale sighed deeply.

"This is absolute strength's open scheme; these people sacrifice themselves for their area to obtain survival space for the Humans here, at the cost of the fall of these cultivators, using their Blood to replace the lives of many ordinary people."

"Oh, to willingly go to die, this is the first time I've seen it; it's truly foolish."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the mouth of the man speaking.

However, on the faces of those kneeling in front, there was no emotion, and one wonders what kind of despair would make them make such a choice.

"You shut up, you damn bald donkey!"

Sithur Fatty, seeing the man still speaking sarcastically, was suddenly enraged pointing at him.

"Haha, am I wrong? At your level of a cultivator, you have already cultivated the Pinnacle Force. But you are thinking of surrendering; isn't this ridiculous? And eventually, they will slaughter all these ordinary people."

The man laughed heartily.

Ethan Smith shook his head; it's obvious that these people wouldn't overlook such shallow things.

There must be a deeper reason making them make such a helpless choice.

"I will not interfere with the decision you have made."

Stone Schroeder closed the book in his hand, a tinge of sadness flashed on his face.

"Thank you, in three days, it's the day of the heavenly sacrifice, and once it's successfully completed, Hominini here will live for another ten years."

The middle-aged man lightly knocked his head on the ground three times.

That night, all the people sat silently outside the core mountain range of the Eight Desolate Beast Domain, the atmosphere among them as silent as death.

From any angle, these people are all fellow Hominini.

Seeing them make such a decision to face death, many had an inexplicable sense of oppression in their hearts.

"Brother Sterling, can I ask you a question."

Ethan Smith walked over to deputy Sterling Hale and spoke.

"Go ahead."

Sterling Hale opened his eyes.

"When I was in the Lower Realm, I encountered similar things; can this trend be reversed?"

Ethan Smith asked seriously.

"It's relatively better here. At least only a quarter of the area is under Different Races control. If other Holy Kingdoms, maybe the survival space for Humans is only about one or two-tenths, in the Eye of Destruction Symeji place, almost all of Hominini are cleared, and those left are only used for breeding."

Sterling Hale and Stone Schroeder roamed the Saint's World all year long; he knows even more about these things.

"Can't the Hominini's Land of the Holy Kingdom be like that too?"

After a moment of silence, Ethan Smith asked again.

"The general trend is like dark clouds pressing on the city, how to reverse it. In nearly a thousand years, Morning Frost Saint tried ten times to clear the Different Races in this Beast Domain, but every time these cultivators were purged, these Different Races quickly regained their previous numbers, and even top-tier cultivators with Power of the Waking Summit emerged like mushrooms after rain. This not only wasted a lot of Morning Frost's Time but also proved useless."

This is just

"What the hell is this Path of Heaven, why does it so manipulates Hominini as pigs and dogs like this!"

Ethan Smith roared in anger.

Today, those kneeling people deeply touched him.

"Many people have looked for the answer to this question, but it seems we are getting farther away from that answer now..."

Sterling Hale raised his head to look at the sky of Path Profound Eternal Night, murmuring in a voice only he could hear.

Three days passed quickly.

A gigantic vortex suddenly appeared over the entire Eight Desolate Beast Domain, the entire sky rolled like the ocean.

Then the sky suddenly collapsed, revealing a massive Black Hole.

An unfamiliar aura transmitted from within, seeming to be the power of Deities.

And it's very close to them, Ethan Smith could only feel a chill all over.

He felt his pores were under the attention of that aura; everyone felt a cold eye watching them from behind.

A consciousness suddenly shouted in Ethan Smith's mind, tempting him to walk towards that Wormhole.

When Ethan Smith came back to his senses, he had already unknowingly walked a few steps toward the sky, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

This thing can actually charm people!

As the vortex appeared, many Hominini slowly walked into the mountain range of the Eight Desolate Beast Domain.

One, two, three...

A thousand, ten thousand...

One figure after another climbed to the mountain top, allowing the air vortex to suck them in.

But none of them struggled; it was their own choice.

As these Hominini continued entering, the entire sky was bathed in a layer of blood-red energy glow.

Nearly thirty 'Kings' floated slowly to the sky from the Eight Desolate Beast Domain, greedily absorbing that energy.

Waves of peculiar energy constantly rose from their bodies.

"Their Pinnacle Force is getting stronger."

Sterling Hale said with a heavy expression.

The strengthening of Pinnacle Force requires long years of accumulation to gradually grow stronger.

This process is almost irreversible, no matter how top-tier the genius.

Cannot bypass the accumulation time from Power of the Waking Summit to Holy spirit, yet what they witnessed defied their understanding.

It seemed of divine power, that power made almost everyone feel so insignificant.

The blood-red sky covered the entire Eight Desolate Beast Domain, and under this sky, various powerful energies erupted.

This was due to the breakthrough by Demon clan, strong energy filled the entire Different Races space.

Numerous Demon clan soared into the sky, bowing respectfully to the Wormhole.

And nearly twenty more Demon Beasts with Power of the Waking Summit emerged.

One drop after another of Blood Rain fell from the sky.