Middle Plane, Koba Star.
Qin Zhu was leading the warriors of the Demon Slayer Tribe in recuperation.
After witnessing Lin Yi's strength, Qin Zhu became much more humble.
He no longer placed himself in an indispensable position.
If even a twenty-year-old young man could rival him, how could he possibly confront all the celestial divine beings with his strength?
Anyway, both his children were gone, and the one still alive had already parted ways with him. There was no one left to inherit his efforts, no matter how hard he continued to fight.
Koba Star truly lacked nothing, except powerful prey for the Demon Slayer Race to hunt. The naturally combative Demon Slayer Tribe grew so bored that they began fighting among themselves.
Indeed, this warrior nation was different. When fighting each other, they were bone-crushingly ruthless.
