Lu Ya was furious at the spineless people of the Eastern Region, frustrated that they could not live up to expectations.
Beside him, his junior fellow disciple Bao Fuzi looked just as grim.
The Human Race had conquered the Eastern Region far too quickly.
The two sides had withdrawn from the Myriad Races Alliance battlefield at roughly the same time.
Yet the Human Race had already wiped out the Myriad Immortals Alliance—or, more accurately, had effectively occupied the Eastern Region.
The Demon Race had only just raised its army to attack the Northern Domain.
No matter how weak the Northern Domain was, as long as it refused to surrender, it would take the Demon Race at least several thousand years to conquer the entire region.
The Human Race had not expended much of its strength occupying the Eastern Region. Would it give them that much time?
That was the first question Lu Ya thought of after calming down.
If the Human Race did not want to watch the Demon Race continue growing stronger and chose to initiate the decisive battle between the Human and Demon Races first, it was not impossible.
At that point, the Demon Race would be the one with a headache.
Should it continue attacking the Northern Territory Self-Salvation Alliance, or turn around and fight a decisive battle against the Human Race?
It would be caught between a rock and a hard place.
"Junior Brother Bao Fuzi, what do you think the Human Race will do next? Will it launch an attack against our Demon Race?
What should our Demon Race do? Continue attacking the Northern Domain, or withdraw to defend our border with the Human Race and guard against a Human Race invasion?"
Lu Ya could not make up his mind for the moment, so he