Suddenly, a thought rose in Li Xinghe's mind.
"Why don't we retreat up Eternal Mountain?"
Di Wujiang's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something too.
At this moment, they had originally been pressing Cang Yuan down and beating him, but Cang Yuan had summoned a great number of powerful experts to surround and attack them.
Even though they were strong enough, they pretended they could not hold out and slowly retreated up Eternal Mountain.
How shrewd were the Lord of Destiny and the others? His gaze had been fixed on Li Xinghe and Di Wujiang the entire time.
Seeing them retreating up Eternal Mountain, he also secretly transmitted orders to the experts of the Primordial Star Sea, telling them to fall back up Eternal Mountain as well.
They had all seen the murals on Eternal Mountain. Since Eternal Mountain had been used to suppress the Evil Spirit Race, presumably the pressure on the mountain should be even greater for the Evil Spirit Race.
Even if there was no special targeting, the Evil Spirit Race had existed for far too long.
They had even existed before the splitting of heaven and earth, and even Di Wujiang was far from that ancient.
So if they climbed Eternal Mountain, the pressure on them would absolutely surpass that on the experts of the Primordial World.
When that time came, they would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
The Ancestor of Cause and Effect also saw through their little scheme, but he did not care.
A trifling bit of pressure—even if it could bring the Primordial World a sliver of hope, so what?
The number of Primordial Emperor-level experts on the Evil Spirit Race's side far exceeded that of the Primordial World.
The best outcome would be both sides suffering,