Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 713 - 617 Hunting the Human Race_3

The old man said, "We must let them understand that even livestock have moments of anger. When provoked, livestock can still bite back!"

Saying this, the old man tapped the young man's body, and he instantly fell unconscious.

"Silly child, it's not a big problem to be passionate when you're young, but ultimately, people will grow up. When you mature, you'll understand everything!" the old man sighed, then directly picked up his disciple and disappeared, finally placing him in a special space and vanishing again.

Over the years, the Outer Realm Evil Demons have invaded multiple times, and it was thanks to this secret space that they evaded the demons' hunts.

"When under the roof, you must lower your head; child, you need to understand this!"

After saying these words, the old man sat upright atop a tall building, operating a Cultivation Technique, patiently waiting.

...

Beyond the membrane, a group of Cultivators stood high in the sky, loftily overlooking this domain.

These Cultivators had wings on their backs, with Runes on the wings that changed and evolved into many mysteries.

Their expressions were indifferent and superior, looking down at the "herd of livestock" beneath them.

"My fellow cultivators, in at most a year, this Ancient Realm will open. By then, we can go down and freely hunt our prey... Just be cautious, if you die there, it's your own fault. No Cultivator will come to rescue you!"

"Because the weak don't deserve to live!"

At this moment, the golden-haired woman spoke. She was tall and wore golden Battle Armor with silver patterns that clung to her graceful body, accentuating her curvaceous figure.

Her gaze was enchanting, carrying a touch of dominance. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Her phoenix eyes shone, her elegant nose underlined by a swan-like slender neck, her chest full, holding a golden Longsword in her hand.

She wore a golden helmet atop her head, with golden needles standing upright, exuding an extraordinary aura of might.

The golden-haired woman said, "In this Ancient Realm, the Human Race practices the Totem Technique; their lifespan is short, their growth rapid, but it consumes their potential, resulting in relatively strong combat power. They are your grindstone, and you can now go and hunt them. This hunt serves as a pre-battle task before our expedition."

"Soon, we will march to the Purple Mansion World, a world with many races, including two branches of our Demon Race - the Blood Demon Race and the Celestial Demon Race. In that world, the most populous and significant group is the Human Race!"

"In that world, more than eighteen Immortals of the Human Race have emerged, possibly even more. Those Human Race Cultivators possess tremendous cultivation and combat power, far beyond these livestock-like Humans we cage. Be careful!"

After the reminder, a Jade Talisman appeared in the golden-haired woman's palm. She activated a Magical Treasure, and a dazzling light flickered.

A golden beam of light shot into the void, landing on the void membrane where light sparkled and shifted, the void subtly distorting. Countless Runes fluctuated, continuously evolving and merging, transforming into a golden portal.

The golden portal emitted a bizarre and powerful aura, leading to another Ancient Realm.

"Thank you, elder sister!"

"I will be careful!"

"Elder sister, we understand!"

Members of the Feather Demon Race responded in unison, transforming into streaks of light, entering this Ancient Realm one after another.

They bore haughty expressions, looking down on everything with indifference.

Entering this Ancient Realm, they began to hunt the prey.

Countless cities headed towards destruction, countless tribes fell to ruin, countless Human Race Cultivators were slaughtered, flames burned, destruction continued, mountains shattered, and the earth collapsed.

The battle started swiftly, and countless Humans faced slaughter.

The golden-haired woman coldly watched everything unfold without uttering a word, as if she were a statue.

...

Roar Roar!

At this moment, amidst the aura of destruction, countless strong Humans appeared.

Black Iron Warriors, Bronze Warriors, Silver Warriors, Golden Warriors, Platinum Warriors, and others all gathered swiftly, forming a large military formation, beginning their assault on the Cultivators of the Feather Demon Race.

The Feather Demon Race's Cultivators initially killed smoothly, causing them to scatter everywhere and unable to gather properly, like a dispersed fist.

The light of destruction flickered, the first Feather Demon was slain, then the second, the third, the fourth... one after another, until over a hundred Feather Demon Cultivators had been killed, blood scattered on the earth, turning into corpses.

The golden-haired woman watched this scene, yet remained expressionless.

Instead, she took out a tea table, sat beside it, started drinking tea, and adjusted her mood.

Indifferently watching it all unfold, watching her fellow Cultivators being killed, without a trace of emotion.

In this Ancient Realm, the Caged Human Race Cultivators have inferior Cultivation Techniques and a flawed Cultivation System, with many deficiencies in their Divine Techniques and Secret Techniques; however, the Cultivators of the Feather Demon Race have undergone systematic training, with their Techniques, Divine Techniques, and various Secret Techniques all being extremely strong.

Even in such a state of trade-off, being killed by these prey is deserved.

The Feather Demon Race does not nurture waste.

If they cannot even survive this trial, then they might as well die outright.

Living only wastes air and their resources, better to die and spare the resources for those with stronger cultivation.

The killing continued, after a group of Feather Demon Race Cultivators died, amidst the panic, they began to gather and consolidate their forces, forming a tide to clash with the Human Race warriors.

However, after a few breaths of fighting, the Human Race's military formation crumbled.

Countless Human Race Cultivators dispersed, fleeing for their lives.

The Feather Demon Race Cultivators also dispersed, chasing down the Human Race Cultivators, countless Humans were killed, their bodies collected as prey.

Kill kill kill!

The hunt began, and the hunting continued.

Until one day later, the hunt ended.

The Feather Demon Race Cultivators withdrew one after another.