There were also demons appearing, each with a large hole in their heart, indicating that their inner core had been removed, and their hair had been turned to ash by heavenly lightning.
"Everyone is saying that our demon race is bad, that we are a scourge to the human world."
But who knows that if we attack humans, we'll be struck by lightning?
We simply wouldn't, and we wouldn't dare!
We dare not do anything to humans, yet they want to extract our inner cores and take our fur in order to improve their cultivation!
They looked at the cultivators with tears of blood streaming down their faces.
"It was you! It was you who tried to dig out our inner cores, and now you're blaming us!"
"It was you, it was you who wanted to harm us, and you even accused us of colluding with humans!"
What did we do wrong?
What did we do wrong?
"Heaven is unjust!"
What did the demon race do wrong?
What do they dare to do?
Because demon cores can enhance their cultivation, those people want to kill them in various ways.
The sky was overcast, and the spirits were terrified. Was the heavens about to unleash their fury?
Mo Yan and the clan leader walked from here to the execution ground. The clan leader looked up at the sky and said, "Heavenly Dao, we don't know if you can hear us. Heavenly Dao is unjust, so we will overthrow it. This is the voice of all of us!"
Rather than constantly being hurt and struggling in despair and tears, it's better to fight to the death. Even death is glorious. If we can't do it, there are next generations; they will eventually succeed. If we give up now, then we deserve it!
If you compromise, you'll be kneeling on the ground for the rest of your life, with no chance of ever standing up again.
Perhaps they will die.
They are not afraid; they would rather die standing than live on their knees.
Fighting to the death is an honor; only through struggle can people's hearts stand up, stand up from the very core!
Mo Yan took out the Soul-Devouring Flute and played with it in her hand. "Heavenly Dao, shall we fight again?"
Heaven backed down, and the dark clouds dispersed.
The spirits and demons all knelt down, and the clan leader told them to get up.
“Tell us your grievances, and we believe that the magistrate will be able to uphold justice for us.”
The clan chief looked respectfully at the county magistrate.
At the same time, the clan chief told the world with absolute certainty.
"Heaven's justice is unjust, and we are the first to bear the brunt."
We will always believe in justice, we will always believe in the magistrate, and we will always believe in the imperial court!
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