Watching Tigers Fight from the Mountain! Watching the Witch Race Raid the Two Sages of the West!

"Retreat?" Demon Commander Ji Meng cried out in disbelief, his face full of incredulity.

"Th-this is impossible! Their momentum was unstoppable. They should have pressed their advantage and charged into the Thirty-three Heavens! Why did they suddenly stop? They... they really withdrew?"

The entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall was instantly drowned in overwhelming confusion.

The Ten Great Demon Marshals, the three hundred and sixty-five Demon Gods, Di Jun's Three Corpse Body seated high upon the imperial throne, Tai Yi's Three Corpse Body, and even Demon Master Kun Peng lurking in the shadows—

All of them stared fixedly at the Sky Gazing Mirror, trying to find an answer in this abnormal scene.

Di Jun's Three Corpse Body's golden imperial robe stirred slightly, his brows tightly furrowed.

Di Jun's true body was currently at a critical juncture in comprehending the Nirvana Method, so he had recently relied on his Three Corpse Body to oversee the Demon Court.

Faced with this sudden change, even the Three Corpse Body was utterly bewildered.

The Witch Race's actions completely defied common sense and the logic of war!

Why had they abandoned a victory that was already within their grasp?

Had that savage fighting intent, powerful enough to tear heaven and earth apart, simply vanished into thin air?

"There's a trick! There must be a trick!" Demon Commander Fei Lian was comparatively calm, but his eyes were filled with vigilance.

"The Witch Race may be fierce, but they are not mindless. Such a massive and abrupt retreat... could this be a ploy to lure us in?"

"They want to lure our Demon Race into pursuit, then set an ambush and swallow our pursuing forces in one bite?"

That conjecture sent a chill through the hearts of many Demon Gods.

Kun Peng stroked his long beard with his withered