"Damn, this is truly stifling. Since when did even the Tenth Order need to win through a siege?"
Amid the crowd, an old man who appeared utterly mortal said disdainfully, "You'er, if you, Xue Zhiyu, and Lu Ping'an were to act together, perhaps you could break my seal. Let me make this clear: I would only target that shadow, and my score with the Martial Emperor can be settled later."
"My father said you should give up on that idea, Grandpa Demon."
Lu Wuyou spoke, but she did not shut the door entirely. She had said it was her father's opinion, not necessarily her own.
People were still people. It was impossible not to feel some affection for a teacher who had raised and guided you since childhood, even if you knew they were a heinous demon.
"This may not be... impossible."
The Martial King walked over and said in a deep voice. He felt matters could not get any worse. Even if it meant using one tiger to devour another wolf, if it could resolve the immediate crisis—or even delay matters for one or two eras—perhaps a new turning point might arise.
"It won't work."
At that moment, Xue Zhiyu spoke. She stared deeply at the Demon God before sighing. "It's already too late. This seal was laid down by a Tenth-Order being. How could it be broken so easily? Even if the three of us joined forces, it would take at least thirty million years on a normal timescale."
She specified a normal timescale because this place was special. Furthermore, the future expanded at a different rate from the normal flow of time in which they lived, so clarification was necessary.
But no matter what, with the Martial Emperor already fighting desperately, it was too late for them