The decline of the Golden Roar Race was no accident.
The rapid decay of their bloodline power was definitely not normal.
It was clear that this all had to do with that wisp of Evil Demon aura.
If he wasn't mistaken, it was this wisp of Evil Demon aura that was constantly gnawing away at and consuming the Golden Roar Race's bloodline power, including their very fortune.
It was a good thing Han Yu met Mo Qi. Otherwise, within ten thousand years, the Golden Roar Race would have likely degenerated completely into wild beasts, unable to even set foot on the path of Cultivation.
Viewed this way, the terror of the Evil Demons far exceeded Mo Qi's imagination.
To cripple an entire race with just a single wisp of aura—what a horrifying thought!
No wonder Elder Ku Mu's expression changed at the mere mention of the Evil Demons.
'So, the question is, what exactly happened on this continent tens of thousands of years ago?'
'Was Mother involved as well?'
