"What did you mean... what did you mean..."
Xi Ping'an planted his sword into the ground and remained silent.
Anger burned in his heart. He wanted to roar in rebuke, to sneer with cold sarcasm, yet in the end, all his fury sank away without showing itself, and his gaze turned indifferent.
Within the divine court, there was only icy, deathly silence.
"Can't you see it, Fellow Daoist?"
"Tushan is a wolf with wild ambitions. He certainly is not targeting only the Western Desert, and he certainly will not stop walking forward."
The expected response did not come. A thread of unease and regret surfaced in Ice Plains Heavenly Monarch's heart, and she instead tried to persuade him. "Once my Western Desert falls, Tushan will surely set foot in the East Sea and the Southern Border, just as Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch did ten thousand years ago. He will not rest until he rules the world."
"By then, all of you will die without even a burial ground!"
Humans and demons were such complicated, tangled creatures.
When something was eagerly offered to them, they felt it was improper and refused it. Yet when the matter truly arose and they came begging for aid themselves, only then did they abruptly realize something.
The ones truly facing the Northern Plains' military edge were actually the Western Desert!
No matter how dangerous the other regions became, it would happen after the Western Desert. The Western Desert Demon Race truly had no right to put on airs or refuse another's aid.
Yet now, regret came too late.
Still, Ice Plains Heavenly Monarch believed she had done nothing wrong.
Three Heavenly Monarchs who did not trust one another joining forces to attack a Nascent Soul Force with a fifth-tier upper-grade formation—such a thing had been a