Inside the altar of Divine Demon ruins, Yang Zhen's face showed a confused expression, and he looked at Lou Woli with puzzlement.
Lou Woli and the others exchanged looks, finally sighed, and explained, "It seems Young Master Yang doesn't understand much about the Witch Scale Clan. Actually, if you think about it, as descendants of Divine Demons, we are a blessed race. If the Witch Scale Clan didn't have something special, how could they enslave our race for so many years?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhen indeed agreed.
After all, a race referred to as descendants of Divine Demons must be an incredible existence. For such a group of people to be enslaved by another clan for so many years, if one said that the other clan wasn't as strong or as mysterious as them, who would believe it?
