This battle would be perilous beyond measure, with nine chances of death for every chance of survival.
Yet there was not the slightest retreat in Lin Feng's eyes, only unwavering resolve and determination.
He raised his eyes, his gaze fierce, every word ringing like steel. "I will hold off the Demon Emperor. I will slay him. Leave the Twelve Demon Generals and all the Devil Commanders and Demon Lords to me to contain and suppress. As for the remaining devil army, I must trouble the Heavenly Dao Alliance and all the cultivators of the Heavenly Profound Realm to stand firm against them."
With that single declaration, he shouldered the most dangerous, most lethal burden of the entire catastrophe.
The Demon Emperor, an Early God Sovereign, stood above God Emperors, a supreme powerhouse on the scale of the myriad heavens. Across all the heavens beyond, no one dared challenge his edge.
Yet Lin Feng, a Peak God Emperor, would defy that gulf and bear the emperor's assault, standing alone against the fiercest enemy in the heavens.
Heavenly Dao True Lord looked at the young man who stood at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Profound Realm, his heart filled with admiration and emotion. He nodded firmly. "Good! I will immediately issue orders to put the entire army in order, stockpile artifacts and medicinal pills, and deploy great devil-slaying formations. In three months, everyone will assemble in the Heavenly Profound Realm to face this devil calamity together!"
"These three months are our last chance to prepare."
Lin Feng cupped his hands and bowed, his expression solemn. "I will return to the Heavenly Profound Realm first to muster our forces, prepare for war, fortify our territory, and stockpile supplies, awaiting the devil calamity."
"Take care on your journey," Heavenly Dao True Lord urged solemnly.