The Demon Race's Heavenly Court banners snapped in the wind. Countless Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals gathered, their Baleful Intent shooting into the heavens and stirring the winds and clouds across the Nine Heavens.
Such a massive commotion naturally could not escape the notice of the many Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness.
Any among the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial Wilderness with even a little insight could smell the scent of a coming war.
For a time, powers from every side drew back their forces and watched for changes.
On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones frowned slightly, their expressions inscrutable.
On Mount Sumeru in the west, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and the suffering on their faces deepened.
The west was already barren. If it went through another great war, it would only be frosting on snow.
On Penglai Immortal Island in the Eastern Sea, East King, lord of the Immortal Court, urgently summoned the immortals and gods under his command. They stood ready in strict formation, guarding against a possible surprise attack from the Demon Race.
For a time, the entire Primordial Wilderness was thrown into a state where every rustle of wind and cry of crane seemed a warning because of the Demon Race's movements. An oppressive air, like wind filling the tower before a mountain storm, weighed upon the hearts of all living beings.
Inside Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain.
Wu Ming sat high at the head of the hall. Below him, the Twelve Ancestral Witches sat in separate rows, each wearing a different expression. The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat heavy.
Di Jiang was the first to speak, confusion in his voice. "Big Brother, the Demon Race's wolfish ambitions are plain for all to see."
"Di Jun and Taiyi are