"I don't know where the problem lies, so there's really nothing I can do to help you."
"But Chu Feng, your cultivation may have been sealed, but your physical body is still that of a ninth-grade half-ancestor. These small fry couldn't hurt you even if they tried."
"However, you're completely unable to do anything about them either. All you can do is take the beating."
"My advice is to swallow your pride for now. Once your cultivation recovers, you can settle the score with them then," the Queen said.
"You want me to admit defeat to this bunch?" Chu Feng naturally wasn't willing. But after thinking about it, their attacks were quite vicious, and if they kept hitting him without causing any injury, they'd inevitably grow suspicious.
Although these people couldn't truly hurt Chu Feng, just as the Queen had said, Chu Feng couldn't do anything to them either.
If they noticed anything abnormal about Chu Feng, they might very well bring him to the heart of the ancient Demon race's territory.
What if there were True Immortal powerhouses among them? Even if there weren't True Immortals, a Martial Ancestor would be more than enough to spell disaster for Chu Feng.
With that thought in mind, Chu Feng took advantage of their beating to produce a special pill, which he quietly popped into his mouth.
"Wait, is he taking a forbidden drug? You think a forbidden drug is going to help you beat us?" Chu Feng's movement was spotted, and they all assumed he was consuming a forbidden pill, so they hit even harder.
The moment the pill entered his mouth, Chu Feng began bleeding from all seven orifices. Bruises spread across his entire body, and before long his face was an unrecognizable mess.
This was a special disguise pill — it made the consumer appear gravely injured, but in reality the effect was purely cosmetic. The consumer wouldn't suffer any actual harm.
Chu Feng had only crafted it back in the day out of idle amusement. He never imagined it would come in handy today.
"Stop, stop! If you keep hitting him, you're going to kill him!"
The young warrior from the Ancient Battle Race ran over to plead for mercy, but the Demon race members paid him no mind.
"The human race really is nothing but cowards who talk big."
Suddenly, a voice dripping with mockery rang out from the sky above — it was the half-ancestor speaking.
After those words fell, the vast dark clouds overhead began to disperse. The army had clearly realized that Chu Feng wasn't much of a threat, so they didn't want to waste any more time here, leaving only these Demon race members behind to deal with Chu Feng and the other two.
Once the clouds had completely vanished and the Demon race army departed, those remaining Demon race fighters finally stopped their assault.
Though they stopped, they were far from letting the matter go.
"You were acting all tough before, thought you were something special. Turns out you're just garbage."
"But you've stirred up our anger. If you want to live, then kneel before us. Otherwise today… we'll beat you to death," the ancient Demon race members said.
Chu Feng said nothing. He would never kneel to the likes of them — dignity mattered to Chu Feng.
But he also understood the situation before him. A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him, so he refrained from any more backtalk.
And so… he chose silence — or one might call it playing dead.
"Not talking, huh? I'll show you not to talk."
As they spoke, the group unleashed another barrage of fists and kicks on Chu Feng. Some even resorted to martial techniques.
Once again, the pill Chu Feng had taken worked its magic. His entire body was drenched in blood, his features completely unrecognizable.
"Forget it, forget it. If we keep going, we'll really kill him. The mines are short on labor right now — it's better to work him to death than beat him to death. At least that way he can contribute something to our ancient Demon race," someone said.
"True. Look at him — he can't even speak. He's probably passed out already. What a loser."
"But honestly, this guy's got some tough bones. My hands and feet are numb from hitting him. I'm almost afraid to punch him barehanded now."
"More than numb — it's like hitting a diamond plate or an iron slab. My fists are killing me."