According to their current progress, it might take less than five hundred years for them to conquer the Floating Light Realm, this Middle Thousand World!
Such swift efficiency—what is there to be dissatisfied about?
And in pursuit of efficiency, they're not sacrificing their own clansmen's lives as the price; this cost has mostly been shifted onto the Loose Cultivators.
Yet those Loose Cultivators eagerly rush forward; compared to raising their cultivation, they care little for matters of life and death.
After all, only powerful strength can protect one's life—if one is weak, when calamity comes, they lack even the strength to resist, just like the majority of living beings in the Floating Light Realm, left only to await the arrival of the butcher's blade!
Even if they occasionally struggle and fight back, managing to defeat a few enemies, that's all—they are fundamentally unable to protect their lives.
