A sixth-grade bloodline race.
Their reproductive ability rivals that of pigs.
The number of seventh-grade lifeforms tops the universe.
Aren't they strong?
Aren't they impressive?
Yet they're nothing but a pile of loose sand.
One has to say, it's truly a tragedy.
"A drink and a peck, a drink and a peck!"
Ying Yue shook his head slightly, "Indeed, everything in nature has its reason!"
"Yes, to borrow a phrase from your Water Blue Planet people, when God opens a door, he will definitely close a window somewhere!"
Louke chuckled, "It's impossible for one race to have all the good things. If they did, how would other races survive?"
"Hmm!"
Ying Yue nodded slightly, looking again at the corpse in the Blood Sea, no longer surprised, after all, Immortal-grade Demon Azazels are everywhere, so finding one here makes sense!
"Ying Yue, fish him out, and then look around for this guy's treasure, I believe there must be something good!"
