A figure suddenly burst into the Great Hall, interrupting Di Jun's mood.
"Fuxi!"
Kunpeng was taken aback. Hadn't Fuxi merely gone out for a stroll? How had he strolled all the way to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall?
"Your Majesty, you must not lay hands on the Human Race. The Demon Clan is already burdened with enormous Karmic Sin. If we attack the Human Race again, our Demon Clan will have no way out."
The Heavenly Court still existed only because the Demon Clan had gathered the races of the Primordial Land and used the Auspicious Qi of all races to suppress its Karmic Sin. If that Karmic Sin erupted, it could annihilate the entire Heavenly Court in an instant.
"Fuxi, our Demon Clan has no path of retreat left. If we cannot defeat the Witch Clan, all of us will ultimately suffer Dao Dissipation. Rather than sit here and await death, we might as well make a desperate gamble."
What did it matter how much Karmic Sin they had? If the Demon Clan lost, Di Jun would meet the same end whether he had Karmic Sin or not.
Besides, nine of the Ten Golden Crows were gone. Di Jun's heart had long since died. Lu Ya was still under that senior's protection, so Di Jun could act without regard for the consequences.
"Your Majesty, I do not agree with this. Otherwise, none of the Demon Clan will come to a good end."
Fuxi firmly opposed it.
"Fuxi, must His Majesty seek your guidance for every decision he makes? Is your authority greater than His Majesty's?"
Kunpeng grew anxious. As long as Di Jun attacked the Human Race, he would eventually be able to avenge himself. He wanted to drag the entire Demon Clan down with him, leaving them no path