First, the Shi Clan had sided with the Human Race and joined them in attacking the Demon Race.
Now, the Witch Clan had marched out of Buzhou Mountain, driving straight into the Demon Race's heartland.
No matter how one looked at it, the Demon Race—which had still possessed flourishing Fortune not long ago—seemed doomed to suffer!
This unexpected turn of events left many Innate Quasi-Saints silent.
They quietly watched to see how the Demon Race would handle this upheaval.
If the Demon Race had truly lost its momentum, they would not stubbornly insist on sinking together with this great ship.
Having cultivated in the Primordial Wilderness for so many years, the longer an immortal or deity lived, the more adept they became at reading the wind and currying favor from both sides.
They had not lost their chance to defect to the Human Race.
The Demon Race's powerful figures beneath the platform roared furiously, while the Innate Divine Beings watched coldly from the sidelines.
On the Demon Emperor's throne, Lu Ya gradually regained his reason after venting his most intense anger.
Seeing that the Innate Divine Beings among the crowd had remained silent and unusually calm, Lu Ya was startled inwardly, realizing that things were about to go badly.
If this crisis was not handled properly, these old Innate immortals might not continue giving the Demon Race their all-out support.
Without these Innate powerhouses, facing the joint assault of the Human, Shi, and Witch Clans, the Demon Race was bound to be finished.
Should they divide their forces and return to reinforce the Demon Race's heartland, stopping the Witch Clan Army?
Or should they lead the Demon Race's main force in a temporary retreat, putting the Human and Witch Clans together so they could fight them as one?
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