The sooner they acted, the better—while their wings were still unformed, before they had gathered into a force to be reckoned with.
They had to use thunderous means to scatter their core and utterly dismantle their organization.
Only then would the Human Race pay the smallest price, and only then would the subsequent arrangements be the most secure.
This was also the perfect opportunity to draw their swords against the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness.
Once this battle was won, it would both intimidate those forces lurking in the shadows, watching and itching to make a move, and make them understand clearly: the Human Race not only saw their every move, but could also crush their very intentions.
Whoever dared cross the line and test them—the Demon Race would be their warning from the past.
Of course, the prerequisite was that this battle had to be fought swiftly and cleanly.
If the war fell into a stalemate, not only would the Human Race's prestige be swept away, but its weaknesses would also be exposed.
Those races that had originally remained still would likely scent the opening at once and step in to muddy the waters.
If they failed to suppress the demons and were instead dragged into a melee among many sides, even alarming the Heavenly Dao Camp into entering the fray personally—
that would be calamities never coming singly.
"Senior Xuanyuan is absolutely right. In that case, I shall immediately gather the elite forces and lead the army to encircle and suppress them!"
Ying Zheng spoke solemnly. "I also ask that Senior personally travel to the front and hold the line. Should any formidable foe prove too difficult for the army to suppress, I hope Senior will act to break the deadlock. With you anchoring the army, the