CHAPTER 962: CHAPTER 668 THE ENDLESS HUMILITY OF THE DEMON CLAN’S LOWER LEVELS_2

Wang Yang furrowed his brow, realizing that such a system was deeply ingrained, and changing it was absolutely impossible.

Moreover, unlike other members of the Demon Clan, these Shadow Demons didn’t even possess a Symbiotic Blood Spirit within them.

Even the Demon Chief he had just encountered didn’t have a Symbiotic Blood Spirit, so it seems only the extremely high-level demons can possess one.

"No need for formalities, I’m just traveling around and don’t wish to make too much of a fuss."

Wang Yang waved his hand hurriedly.

This relieved the Shadow Demon’s mother significantly; it seems that not everyone among the High-level Demons is brutal.

Although he had heard before that there were some in the High-level Demons who loved Low-ranking Demons, it was his first time encountering them personally.

With Wang Yang’s assistance, the recovery of the Shadow Demon’s mother was remarkably swift.

They didn’t know that Wang Yang had secretly granted Spiritual Energy, otherwise, relying on the herbs, such swift recovery would have been utterly impossible.

Wang Yang stayed here for two days, and during those two days, everyone in the tribe paid tribute to Wang Yang with items.

This is the rule of the Demon Clan: when an Upper Demon arrives in a Lower Demon’s tribe, they must be properly worshipped.

This is a matter of course, with no exceptions.

On this day, Wang Yang stood before the tribe, seemingly pondering something.

"How curious, if I remain in The Demon World, could I gain more information?"

Wang Yang originally intended to leave The Demon World, but then remembered he hadn’t yet found the Demon Clan’s Holy Son.

If by chance that young one returned, all of his efforts would be in vain.

He had previously witnessed the power of the Demon Clan’s Holy Son.

If the Holy Son is still alive, and absorbs all the Force of Destiny, he would inevitably bring an even more powerful group of demons to that Square World.

There are no other masters within the Demon Clan.

The emergence of the Demon Clan’s Holy Son is just a disruption in the Demon Clan’s plan; there must be more masters within the Demon Clan.

At least the father of the Demon Clan’s Holy Son must be a Demon Emperor.

Under such circumstances, although masters are not innumerable, they are definitely not few.

Therefore, it is crucial to pay attention to the movements within the Demon Clan; conveniently, it is an opportunity to gain an understanding of the Demon Clan.

The Demon Clan could never have imagined that he had arrived there through a space rift.

"Lord Yeming Demon, this is today’s tribute for you."

Just at that moment, the Little Shadow Demon whom Wang Yang had saved walked over, bringing a pile of fruits and food.

Wang Yang merely smiled and allowed the Little Shadow Demon to take the offerings away.

"I wonder how that Square World is doing now?"

But the Demon Clan’s Holy Son has already been caught in the spatial turbulence by him; relying on the Emperor and Wang should be enough to halt the demon disaster, right?"

Wang Yang was still somewhat worried about the safety of the Square World, but upon reflection, there shouldn’t be any significant mishap.

With the Demon Clan’s Holy Son and Xu Mao both gone, the Demon Clan’s plan this time will definitely collapse.

While Wang Yang wasn’t paying attention, a group of uninvited guests suddenly intruded into the outside world.

"Lord, we truly have nothing left, please don’t do this..."

These demons had double horns on their heads and their skin was quite red, like blazing flames.

They belonged to the same type of demons who tried to kill the Little Shadow Demon earlier, known as Fierce Demons.

Fierce Demons don’t have a high status within the Demon Clan, only slightly higher than Shadow Demons.

Yet even so, they still have the power to decide life and death for the Shadow Demons, and they are the basic structure members of the Demon Clan.

"Hmph, stop wasting my time, hurry up and hand over everything, or none of you will live."

The leading Fierce Demon was riding a ferocious beast underfoot, resembling a wolf, fierce beyond belief.

This Fierce Demon had achieved a certain level of Cultivation Level, ordinary people would definitely not be able to deal with such Fierce Demons.

Judging by their appearance, these Fierce Demons weren’t ordinary ones, more like bandits or brigands.

"Alright, daring to defy us, you lowly Shadow Demons are truly gutsy!"

The leading Fierce Demon directly slashed and killed a Shadow Demon, then ordered his subordinates to search for supplies everywhere.

Wang Yang was still standing at the front of the tribe, entirely unaware of what was happening inside the tribe.

In such an extremely relaxed state, he wouldn’t even check his Divine Sense.

Suddenly, a hint of bloodlust drifted into his nostrils.

Meanwhile, the Little Shadow Demon he saved rushed over, crying out to Wang Yang: "Lord Yeming Demon, please save us!"

Wang Yang’s expression changed, realizing there was definitely a problem.

Upon returning to the tribe, he found that more than ten Shadow Demons had died.

Although these Shadow Demons belonged to the Demon Clan, they had also paid tribute to him during this time, revering him like a deity.

No matter what, he shouldn’t watch these people die in such a manner.

Wang Yang raised his brows: "Where are they?"

The Little Shadow Demon cried out: "They took the things and ran!"

As he spoke, he pointed in an eastward direction, Wang Yang’s face turning extremely grim.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from their sight.

The group of Fierce Demons who had robbed the supplies were at that moment happily counting their spoils.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before them, even higher-ranking than they, a Yeming Demon.

"Y-... Lord Yeming Demon, why would you appear in such a lowly place?"

This stunned the group of Fierce Demons; logically speaking, a Yeming Demon wouldn’t appear in the territory where Shadow Demons lived.

To High-level Demons, these Shadow Demons were synonymous with filth, and they absolutely wouldn’t interact with these low-ranking demons.

But Wang Yang gave them no chance to speak, with a gentle touch, the head demon felt his breath constricted.

Then his neck "cracked," twisted and broke!

"This... the group of Fierce Demons were already filled with fear, inconceivable why the High-level Demon before them was slaughtering them."

Retreating while warily watching Wang Yang, they asked: "Lord Yeming Demon, what do you mean by this?"

But before they finished speaking, an invisible force knocked their heads to the ground, with not even time to react.

"Is this the so-called Demon Clan system?"

Wang Yang clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the blood-soaked ground and the shattered spoils of victory.

Thinking about Xu Mao’s words to him, he felt some nostalgia in his heart.

Xu Mao sacrificed everything, even his soul, for such a system, contributing to the entire Demon Clan.

Unknown to him, those Shadow Demons could only always remain at the bottom, unable to climb up.

To these Shadow Demons, is this truly fairness?

If so-called peace is forever founded on a false system, then does such peace truly have meaning?

Wang Yang couldn’t find an answer, but he knew Xu Mao’s answer might not be correct either.

Conflicts over ideologies have always happened throughout history.

Until a better solution is found, Wang Yang would never use such extreme methods to rewrite historical systems.

As Wang Yang leisurely returned to the tribe, he carried the head of the Fierce Demon leader in his hand.

The Shadow Demons of the tribe, seeing Wang Yang stand up for them, were first startled, then all knelt on the ground.

"Thank you for your grace, lord!"

To these Shadow Demons, Wang Yang’s actions were equivalent to bestowing a blessing.

This lowest-ranking Demon Clan, even if they worked like cattle or horses, could not repay Wang Yang’s kindness.

Unfortunately, for such weighty gratitude, Wang Yang felt only deep sorrow.

These Shadow Demons were merely striving to survive, and they were so eternally grateful for the slightest help from others.

Living without dignity, there was only endless humility.