One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Demon Descendant?" Solban’s smiling face froze, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion.

Upon hearing those two words, he suddenly felt a chill sweep behind him.

"What about it, Great Khan?" At this moment, Belgutai also noticed the change in Solban’s expression. He lifted his head, widened his eyes, and curiously said, "Have you ever heard of this term before?"

"Yes!" Solban did not hide anything and nodded, "When I was young, my revered master once mentioned this to me. He did not specify what the Demon Descendant exactly is, just told me that this race is very dangerous and some of their ancient bloodlines possess incredible innate Divine Skills."

"Moreover, for some unknown reason, they harbor extreme hatred towards humans. If encountered, one must stay as far away as possible."

"Is that so?" Belgutai raised his eyebrows, his gaze returning to the wall in front of him. He recalled the records in that ancient booklet and compared them with the inscriptions on the wall. Then he translated those words into coherent sentences.

"I understand a bit about what is recorded on this wall now."

Belgutai frowned and said, "It roughly states that this city was once a military stronghold of the Demon Descendants, established to combat those invaders from beyond the skies. But ultimately they failed, were forced to leave, expelled from their ancestral lands, becoming exiles."