Luo Zhi watched the scene below and said through gritted teeth:
"We can't let this go on any longer!!"
Not only had the Demon Race army suffered countless casualties, but seventeen great demons had died in succession.
Yet even now, they had not managed to probe out anything about Lingxu.
The Crimson Firmament Demon King said in a deep voice, "Since we chose this road, we should have known the price. Even we can die—what right do they have not to!"
Luo Zhi gritted his teeth. "Easy for you to say. So many of my disciples and descendants have died. They are the hope of my clan.
The reason I was willing to risk my life to besiege Lingxu was for the sake of my descendants, so they could carry the clan forward and make it flourish.
I can die without caring. There will still be those who come after.
But what if those who come after die too? They should not perish here for nothing. Let them leave this place. Leave the battlefield to us."
The Crimson Firmament Demon King insisted, "One more day!"
"What does one day matter? Forget one day—even if we add two more.
Facing Lingxu will only mean sending them to their deaths. We still have not sounded out even a fraction of Lingxu's true strength. This is simply wasting lives for nothing!" Luo Zhi retorted.
The Crimson Firmament Demon King said nothing.
Luo Zhi looked toward the other Demon Kings. None of them spoke either, merely staring solemnly at the battlefield below.
Their thoughts were even more complicated.
After this encirclement and slaughter ended, who would still be alive to return?
Perhaps only heaven knew.
"Destroy that city," Old Man Desolate Bone suddenly said. "Lingxu is protecting it."
"Why bother? That city definitely cannot