Chapter 1240

Ten thousand martial artists... turned into blood-clotting pills? Wyatt's breath caught in his throat. The scale of the beasts and demonkind's plan was beyond comprehension. But the more he thought about it, the colder his heart grew. His hatred for these clans deepened with every passing second. Their methods were beyond vile—they were an affront to everything natural and just. Wyatt wasn't some righteous saint, nor did he pretend to have boundless compassion. But he believed in one truth—every life has value. No one's existence was inherently more important than another's. Yes, a martial artist could harness the energy of the sun and moon or draw power from the world's elements. But what the beasts and demonkind were doing—massacring innocents to fuel their twisted ambitions—was pure evil. It wasn't just selfish. It was a complete disregard for life. Such depravity had no place in this world. The thought of ancient human martial artists laying waste to these clans in