In the core of the Demon Spirit Mountain Range, within the Demon Spirit Palace.
"Useless, all useless." A huge gray leopard emitted an angry scold, its eyes full of rage, "The Demon Spirit Tomb is right before our eyes, and yet with so many of us in the Demon Spirit Palace, we are still helpless, forced to remain under the control of those despicable human traitors!"
"Bao Ming, what's the use of you getting angry here?" Beside the gray leopard was a black wolf covered in cold fur, who replied in a low voice, "In terms of various skills, we demon beasts have always been inferior to the human race.
Even in battle and slaughter, most of the time, we demon beasts rely on our physical bodies and bloodline talents, unlike the humans, who rely solely on their cultivation, with extraordinary skills and spells.
It's only normal that we are powerless in breaking the seals."