Ye Xiwen understood almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind why the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor had made this seemingly submissive gesture at such a moment. He was likely afraid that Ye Xiwen would fly into a frenzy and slaughter the Devouring Sky Demon Race to the last.
There was no need to wipe out the Devouring Sky Demon Race entirely. As long as all their powerful figures—the Quasi-Emperors, God Kings, and the like—were killed, those losses alone would take the Devouring Sky Demon Race countless years to recover from. Even if the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor returned afterward, no one knew how many tens of thousands of years it would take him to replenish such losses.
If an individual's cultivation still had shortcuts to take, then every scrap of a race's strength came from accumulation. There were no shortcuts to be found, nor was there room for the slightest trickery.
He wanted to use temporary submission to preserve the Devouring Sky Demon Race's vitality. After all, the Devouring Sky Demon Race had been in the wrong this time. Not only had they taken the initiative to provoke them, they had even demanded hundreds of billions of humans—practically intending to drive the human race to extinction.
Yet they could not win. Trying to show off only to get screwed instead—if Ye Xiwen slaughtered the Devouring Sky Demon Race's upper ranks to the last, the Eastern Heavenly Lord's Mansion might be enraged, but it would have nothing to say. That was simply how things stood. The human race was not only stronger now, but also held the moral high ground. If the Devouring Sky Demon Race, which possessed neither, was slaughtered to extinction, then it deserved it.
Besides, over these countless years, the Devouring Sky Demon Race had offended