"How could I not know what the Heavenly Court is like? Without Zi Wei presiding over the formation, we will most likely lose against the Witch Clan."
Di Jun had already made up his mind. Even if he died, he had to leave the Demon Clan a way out. Across the Primordial Land, only the North and the South were relatively sparsely populated.
With the Three Tribes' previous lessons in mind, Di Jun also knew what the Demon Clan would look like after the great war. He did not have the ambition to go south and seize territory from the Phoenix Clan.
In the end, only the North was suitable for the Demon Clan.
At this moment, Di Jun still did not know that the North was not the barren land they imagined. After Xuan Qing and Mystic Turtle's transformation, along with several Primordial Chaos Great Luo breakthroughs, the North had long since recovered.
"Your Majesty, I would rather die fighting alongside you than retreat."
Bai Ze did not suggest avoiding war with the Witch Clan. After so many years of entanglement, both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan understood that one day, they would face each other in a battle to the death.
This was the great trend of the Heavenly Dao. It could not be stopped.
"Besides, we are different from the Three Tribes. Your Majesty, you may even seize this opportunity to attain the Dao. Then the future of our Demon Clan will be different."
Bai Ze was right. Whether the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan, their true purpose was to contend for Auspicious Qi and attain the Origin Dao Fruit.
Di Jun also hoped that he could succeed, but with the Three Tribes before him as examples, he truly had little confidence.
"Forget it.