"I see. It sounds like bloodlines are taken very seriously in the Devil Realm," Han Li mused.1

"Power championed above all else in our Holy Realm, and weaker tribes are generally all enslaved and oppressed by more powerful ones, so the bloodline hierarchy is indeed taken very seriously, and that's even more so in the Ten Hazards Mountain Range. 0

“Out of the Ten Hazards, only the Black Weasel King is more lenient in this regard, and that's why many of the low-grade tribes have moved here," Shi Chuankong sighed, seemingly not very pleased with the state of affairs.0

Han Li offered no response to this.0

At this point, the two of them had already arrived on the edge of Black Weasel City.0

Up close, the city was even more majestic, and its tall city walls bordered the coastline.0

There were city gates at set intervals along the city walls, and every single city gate was lined with ports where giant ships were docked, presenting a lively and bustling sight to behold.0

"This is quite a nice city. Even though it was built by a demon beast, it looks no different from a city in the Immortal Realm,"...0