"People blame us, the Sword Cultivators, saying we provoked the demons with our Sword Souls, leading to the suffering of countless beings. But they've got it all wrong! It's the demons that tormented our people, and it just so happens that us Sword Cultivators possess the means to counter them. We're fueled by passion, yet the Immortal Empire surrendered before we even began. How do you expect us to fight? Generations of our lineage have dwindled to just a few," Su Lianlian said with a heavy sigh.3

One more bout of anger, one more engagement, and it would all be over. Yun Xiao was seething! But after hearing her words, what he felt was profound sorrow. He didn't blame them. After countless traumas, they'd simply made a sound, responsible decision.0

Nangong Xu, Su Yuan... These young souls, weren't they burning with the same rage as him? But what could they achieve by slaying these demons? Did they think the hundreds of millions of demons in the Demon Continent were mere vegetarians? That they, holding the upper hand, would willingly take a loss?0

In the end, it was always the games of the high powers that determined fate. The ones below? Mere cannon fodder. And these hundred thousand Sword Cultivators? Just pawns, ready to be sacrificed at any moment. What could they do?0

Yun Xiao knew all this! He wasn't naive. He understood that for the underdogs,...0