In the Realm of Talismans, Thousands of Races Compete for Life

On a battlefield, There is a mountain of corpses that stands out. A demon faintly saw a figure on the mountain. He stepped forward out of curiosity, then turned around and ran away in fright. "The human demon is coming." Before he finished speaking, he was pulled back by a suction force and swallowed into the mouth by the figure on the mountain. There was a man walking slowly up the mountain, dressed in white, with a smile on his face: "What a devil, you are the devil, I am a human being." [No system] [Decisive killing] [All races in the sky]