"Where did a demonic disaster on this scale come from?" Yi Tianzheng frowned.
He had still been able to keep a rough grasp on the situation in the Borderlands. Aside from the Blood Demon Sect, there simply had not been any devils that had grown into a real climate. How could a demonic disaster that affected the entire Borderlands suddenly erupt?
Even if there really were devils hidden extremely deep, then why would they choose to act at this time? The decisive battle had already entered its final closing stage. As soon as they freed their hands, this so-called demonic disaster could be flattened with a flip of the hand. It completely defied common sense.
But True Monarch Henghua had no reason to deceive him with such a crude lie. It was truly baffling.
Moreover, Ji Shinian had remained in the Borderlands. After such a long time, could it be that victory and defeat had not yet been decided?
Compared to Yi Tianzheng, Song Changsheng, who had long since glimpsed a corner of the "future," clearly understood better just how powerful the destructive force of this demonic disaster would be. He made a prompt decision and said, "We can't wait any longer. The Borderlands just went through one upheaval and are at their weakest. They can't keep bleeding. The demonic disaster must be contained as quickly as possible."
He knew very well in his heart that if the Myriad Manifestations Palace could handle this demonic disaster, they would not have gone to so much effort and taken so many turns to send the message to them. The current situation might be even worse than he had expected.
Yi Tianzheng also realized this point, but at this critical juncture, never mind both of them leaving at the same time—even if either