Thinking of these things, Jiang Wang couldn't help but wonder—if there were no soul stones, no transcendent cultivators, just ordinary people living here, would a kind of evolution naturally occur after large amounts of death?
Just like the Water Race in the Cang Sea gradually underwent changes. The current Sea Clan has completely transformed into another race.
Of course, no one dares to conduct such an experiment.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
A monster with stout ox hooves below, skinny chicken claws adhered to its upper body, and a phantom-like human male head, belly bulging, comes running swiftly from the distance.
The ox hooves trample the sandy ground as if tapping out an intense drumbeat.
Its mouth emits a piercing shriek, torn apart by the wind and sand.
Jiang Wang silently observes.
The Wodona he rides remains calm, continuing its slow pace. This black camel dispatched by Yuwen Ze from the army is quite worldly.
