Jiang Yi watched the people from across the river. His Divine Sense swept over Tuoba Long, one of the so-called "Twin Dragons of Liyang," and Yan Fei, the current successor of Zhixuan Temple.
'They're about on par with the Inner Peak Disciples of the Qianji Sect. If they were to face Xu Yan or Han Li, they wouldn't be guaranteed a win.'
'However, they cultivate qi and blood, so their bodies are powerful. They are indeed fine raw material for my "personnel".'
Jiang Yi fell into thought. The Ancient Demon Cultivators had left traces on Juku Continent, but he hadn't found the slightest sign of them.
'Could it be that the mortal realm is a "Resource Land"?'
'Are the so-called Twelve Transformations of the Mortal Realm all just farmed livestock?'
'In that case, I fear the so-called "ascended" people who shattered the void throughout history have met with grim fates.'
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Yi began to study the three-way standoff on the surface of the Da Long River.
