Demon Emperor Dijun was a man of action. Upon learning that he needed Nine Heavens Breath Soil, he immediately headed to Qilin Cliff in Central State.
He asked Earth Qilin for the Nine Heavens Breath Soil.
No one knew what price Demon Emperor Dijun paid, but he soon appeared in the palace where Nüwa and Fuxi resided, carrying a piece of Nine Heavens Breath Soil.
"Your Majesty's speed is truly fast!" Nüwa shook her head and sighed.
"I can drag things out, but the frontline battle cannot. We must immediately find a solution," Demon Emperor Dijun said with a solemn tone.
The situation on the frontline of the Witch and Demon Clans was indeed very grim.
In battles below the saint-tier level, the Demon Clan was completely suppressed; after all, the Witch Clan still had ten Ancestral Witches.
Those beneath the Ancestral Witches were simply witches, artificially cultivated and manufactured, and they were available in limitless numbers.
While it would damage a portion of the Ancestral Witches' source, viewed from the overall war situation, it was a completely negligible cost.
"Your Majesty! I can indeed use creation methods to produce a batch of powerful combat soldiers."
"However, such combat soldiers would only go to their deaths the moment they appeared, which is far too cruel." A trace of reluctance flashed across Nüwa's face.
Demon Emperor Dijun said, "Fellow Daoist Nüwa! I understand your feelings, but if you cannot bear to see the creatures you create die, can you bear to watch the lives of your fellow Demon Clan members suffer massive casualties?"
A conflicted expression appeared on Nüwa's face.
Seeing this, Demon Emperor Dijun immediately said, "Any living being living in the Primordial World requires strength and value. If they can survive the great war, it means they have the