499 The People Who Makes Others Shout Impossible (1/2)

After entering the desert oasis area, Wang Lu found out that there were marks of the invisible devil all over the city. As the nightmare that plagued the demon race for two thousand years, the marks were everywhere.

For example, on the day the banquet was arranged by the elder of the demon race, Wang Lu saw the following scene.

”Thank you god for giving us food.”

On the dining table, several of the old demons with prominent status devoutly closed their eyes and prayed before the meal.

Seeing the scene, Wang Lu found it strange. Thank you god? Do demon race actually have a god?

Of course, in the strictest sense, demon race also have a god, which was Demon God. Just like the True Immortal in Nine Regions, and god in Western Continent, demon race similarly also had the most powerful entity, which they called Demon God. But just like the cultivators of Nine Regions didn't worship the True Immortal, demon race also wouldn't build a totem of the Demon God to prostrate and pray before it. And with his understanding of demon race, at least the royal family of demon race was a group of unbelievers because they themselves were the most supreme in the demon world with countless believers.

But now, what were these descendants of the royal family thinking?

”Alas, actually that god is the invisible devil.”

The tribal elder who sat next to Wang Lu sighed bitterly and then secretly said through a spell, ”Since the last group of radical rebel within the tribe was killed by the invisible devil one thousand years ago, the tribe had completely given up their resistance. And after hundreds of years, some people even gradually put down their dignity. They were overwhelmed by the powerful force of the invisible devil, willing to worship it day and night. The number of these people are increasing. In the tribe, there are more than twenty percent of them.”

Wang Lu nodded. ”Yes, it's Stockholm syndrome. You guys being able to persist for one thousand years before twenty percent of you completely surrendered, you guys are indeed worthy of the blood of the royal family.”

After more than one thousand years of high pressure domination, if it's creatures like pigs or chickens, they would've long been domesticated, completely losing their wild nature. At present, most of the demon race tribe could still maintain their independent personality, so this was indeed commendable.

However, it seemed that the tribe's insistence was already near its limit. There were more than thirty demons who attended the banquet that day, and as a result, more than ten of them came over and excitedly asked Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang about whether they had the ability to help them out. It was clear that they had regarded the two of them as their life-saving straw. Among them, a few were so emotional that they kowtowed on the ground in front of Ouyang Shang on the spot, which turned the banquet into a complete mess. Finally, the tribe great elder flew into a rage, picked them up by the neck, and threw them out of the dining room to calm the atmosphere. Nevertheless, the festive atmosphere on the table was already gone.

However, the cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect themselves did not enjoy the feast. The material condition of the desert demon was too difficult. Despite the elders trying everything they could, the dishes on the table were still shabby. Most of them were local plants that grew around the oasis. They tasted thick and rough, as if they were carrying sand. There were also a few farmed livestock meat, but the processing technique was very immature, and moreover, the quantity was scarce that it wasn't enough for everyone. For those who were accustomed to a normal meal, although it was not difficult to swallow, they also couldn't enjoy it.

In particular, they realized that the tribe was on the verge of collapse under the oppression of the invisible devil, which depressed their mood and thus caused them to lose their appetite. In fact, no one at the banquet has the mood to eat. Even Wang Lu only drank carelessly two fruit juices and was lost in thought. The only sound of chewing and swallowing came from one corner of the dining table—it was Wang Wu. As she sped up the magical power circulation within her Jade Mansion, she mechanically put the food on the table into her mouth. As a matter of fact, she didn't even taste the food, but at the end of the banquet, at least one fifth of all the food on the table had entered her stomach, including a small plate and a soup ladle.

After the end of the banquet, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu went to the dwelling of Feng Yin and the other disciples to settle down and listen to the accounts of their Junior Brothers and Sisters. The two of them then went out to the oasis for a night tour to carry out a field survey of this place.

Although they could also ask this from Feng Yin and the elder of the demon race, but second hand information was always inferior to the first one. In particular, their next opponent was an unfathomable opponent, so any intelligence omission might result in fatal consequences.

The two people's investigation efficiency was very high. After a day, they had roughly understood the situation in this demon race city.

In the tent where the Spirit Sword Sect cultivators were resting, Wang Lu began to explain the things that he got to the crowd, ”The population of this demon race tribe is not much, only about one thousand and one hundred. Most of them are young, and the old are very few. Because the invisible devil needs continuous blood sacrifice to quell the curse, most of the demons would choose to sacrifice themselves to protect the interest of the tribe when they are old. At the same time, this special living environment makes the members of this tribe very different from those demons during the great war of immortal and demon. The first is that, their average lifespan is greatly shortened. In theory, a common demon race royal family will have a lifespan of more than five hundred years. This does not count any lifespan advancement through practice. If they are diligent in their practice, when their stage is increased, their lifespan will be extended. At the level of demon king, usually they would have the same lifespan as the world, and would not die due to nature. In general, it should be a race that lives longer than human. However, the average life expectancy of the demons at this oasis is only forty years old. Right now, the great elder of the tribe is currently the oldest among them, sixty-two this year.”

After saying these, Wang Lu looked at everyone whose eyes were already caught in deathly stillness, and the corners of his lips curled upward. ”In other words, most of the people present are actually older than him.”

”Damn, I have always respected him as an elderly…”

Several cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect also found it both funny and ridiculous.

However, Wang Lu quickly made a one hundred and eighty degree turn. ”But you have a good reason to respect him. Because if you put him in the human world, he is a peerless genius who has reached the Yuanying Stage in sixty years of cultivation. At least, he does not lose to any of you.”