"Who can truly comprehend the difficulties between life and death?" Deer Elder said reflectively from the side.
Standing to one side, Deer Elder found Pang Hong's words complex and felt fortunate.
Having known his lord in the ancient Vast Desolate World and recalling all that he had done for the human race during that era, his ruthless methods remained vivid in his mind.
Originally, it was simply for the rise of the human race, but now the racial battle between the human race and the Demon Race pertained to the War of Sealing Gods, involving such immense interests, one could imagine how fierce the War of Sealing Gods would be.
In this, countless powerhouses would fall, their flesh and bones becoming nourishment for others, paving a path towards longevity for the victors.
Of course, despite this, Deer Elder felt not a shred of sympathy for the Demon Race, not even a sense of commiseration.