Bai Ze's furious, terrified, forcibly suppressed roar exploded forth, shattering the deathly silence!
The horn on his forehead trembled violently from excessive deduction and emotional agitation.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Houtu, his voice shrill and distorted by extreme emotion.
"Houtu, stop spreading such demonic lies to confuse the masses and shake the morale of my Demon Race!"
"This is utter nonsense, absurd beyond measure!"
"Your Witch Race must have failed to achieve a ceasefire, so you resorted to this despicable scheme, trying to use the matter of the Saints to shake our foundations and crush our fighting spirit!"
"Empress Wa is a Heavenly Dao Saint, unwearied through countless calamities. How could mere schemes harm her? Your Witch Race truly has venomous hearts!"
Bai Ze's roar was like thunder, forcibly jolting the Demon Gods who had fallen into an abyss of chaos awake, if only slightly.
The Demon Commanders all changed expression, realizing that morale was hanging by a thread and that they had to strike back immediately!
The way they looked at Houtu was filled with bone-deep hatred and fear, as though they were looking at a fiend who brought endless calamity.
Faced with Bai Ze's accusations, Houtu remained calm, even carrying a trace of faint pity.
She did not rush to defend the matter of Empress Wa, merely shaking her head slightly.
Her clear, steady voice pierced through Bai Ze's roar and reached the ears of every high-ranking member of the Demon Race.
"Bai Ze, if I, Houtu, if my Witch Race, truly wished to use this news to shake your Demon Race's morale and gain an advantage on the battlefield..."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Kun Peng before returning to Bai Ze's beastly face, twisted by agitation.