Compared to the Human Clan and Demon Race, the status of half-demons is truly awkward, like a lone boat in the vast ocean.
Usually, when the sea is calm, the boat can survive.
But when the storm rises and amidst the furious waves, the small boat carrying the fate of half-demons can be overturned by a wave at any moment, vanishing without a trace in the River of Time.
The young man with fox ears let out a long sigh, feeling that the path ahead was unclear, not knowing where to go.
He just looked at the floating remains in the Chaotic Demon Sea, and heavily sighed.
"Maybe in a few years, I'll become one of them."
He does not fear death, he just doesn't want to die like this.
"If only we could cross this Chaotic Demon Sea and reach the territory of the Human Clan, it would be great. I believe the Human Clan will surely accept us. After all, compared to the Demon Race, the Human Clan is more moral."
