On the Chaos Battlefield, the decline of the devil tide had become increasingly evident. The numbers of the devil puppet army plummeted under the slaughtering force of layer upon layer of grand formations—the Nine-Curve Yellow River Formation, the Myriad Trees Return-to-Origin Formation, the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, and more. The Devil Race army likewise suffered grievous casualties under the joint encirclement of the Twelve Golden Immortals, the Ten Heavenly Lords, and the disciples of reincarnated Chaos Demon God powerhouses. Though the devil slaves at the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal level still barely held on beneath the siege of Taiqing's disciples, their destruction was only a matter of time.
Luohu stood at the rear of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across it all. His expression remained cold, but the glimmer deep in his eyes was becoming harder and harder to conceal. His devil puppet army, Devil Race army, and devil slave army—his three forces were being depleted at a rate visible to the naked eye. He still had trump cards in hand, but once those were used, it would mean wagering his entire fortune.
He remained silent for a long while before finally speaking slowly, his voice low and hoarse. "Heavenly Dao, how much longer do you intend to wait? This Seat's armies are nearly exhausted. If you still refuse to act, This Seat will withdraw from the battlefield with what remains and leave you to face the Sanqing and Twelve Ancestral Witches alone."
Within the Heavenly Dao Origin Space, the Heavenly Dao Will's gaze likewise swept over the entire battlefield. It saw the devil tide's decline, as well as the impatience and wariness in Luohu's eyes. It knew Luohu was not making empty threats. That fellow had always put profit first; once he deemed the risks of cooperation