Kun Peng's words struck everyone's hearts like an Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Tai Yi's Three Corpse Body's pupils suddenly contracted, his sharp gaze stabbing toward Houtu as if it were tangible.
Even Bai Ze, who had always been steady, had his snow-white fur stir without wind.
The Wisdom Light in his eyes flickered rapidly. Clearly, this utterly unexpected answer had shocked him as well.
The entire platform, and even the Witch and Demon armies on both sides of the gorge, erupted into a suppressed commotion because of those two earth-shattering words!
That was right!
A truce?
How could there be such an easy deal!
The Witch Race's main force had marched west, their target the foundation of the Two Sages of the West's Dao Field, seeking to seize the Western Lands' fortune!
They were clearly freeing their hands to eliminate one hidden danger first while strengthening themselves!
Once they gained a foothold in the Western Lands and seized its fortune, they would return with the strength of the west to strike back at the Demon Race.
At that time, the Demon Race would likely be doomed beyond salvation!
"Exactly! What Demon Master Kun Peng said is absolutely right!"
"The Witch Race is treacherous! This is a delaying tactic!"
"They want a truce? Dream on! They must be trying to use this chance to strengthen themselves!"
"We absolutely cannot let them succeed!"
Although the Demon Commanders and Demon Gods stationed in the fifth heaven were intimidated by the Ancestral Witches and did not dare be as presumptuous as Kun Peng, they could not help whispering among themselves.
Their faces were filled with indignation, vigilance, and deep agreement with Kun Peng's analysis.
Even Di Jun and Tai Yi's gazes instantly turned incomparably cold and sharp.
Clearly, Kun Peng's words had struck at their