The Demon Clan of the Northern Heavenly Domain had developed thoughts of retreat before the fighting even began, preparing to surrender. Surrendering to the Witch Clan meant being eaten as food; surrendering to Wa Huang was called welcoming the "royal army."
Yunhua had been ready to show off her skills, only for this to be the result. As the army marched forward, the humans had never seen such a sight before and could not help but marvel inwardly: So this is the so-called Heavenly Palace? It's ridiculously wealthy.
Within Gouchen Heavenly Palace, Taiyi glared viciously at Bai Ze. "Those Demon Clan heavenly soldiers were 'trained' quite well. They sure know how to recognize the times... Answer me!"
Bai Ze stammered, casting Fuxi a pleading look. Fuxi indicated that he could offer no help.
Di Jun was speechless. What was there even left to fight? Was this War of Felling Heaven just going through the motions?
He looked up at Taiyi and found that Taiyi's mind was already elsewhere, so he gave Bai Ze a meaningful look.
Bai Ze was exceptionally tactful and hurriedly said, "For the sake of peace, nothing is beyond discussion. I propose sending the Xi Emperor as an envoy to secure a peaceful future for the Demon Clan."
Fuxi was stunned on the spot and instinctively pointed at himself. "Huh? Me... I'm afraid that wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
Taiyi turned to Fuxi, his tone unnaturally calm. "Go."
At that moment, Taiyi thought, *If I want to become a Saint, I have to go all in and completely sever ties with the Demon Clan. It will benefit both Di Jun and me. The Demon Clan's fortune may not be able to support both of us in attaining the Dao. In the end, we still have to rely