The Might of the Divine Bloodline
After Lu Quan sent out the signal, Tang Yunting and the others' expressions shifted. Clearly, the fellow was calling for reinforcements. If the Devils launched a large-scale attack under these circumstances, they would have a hard time dealing with them. Their expressions grew solemn.
Feng Xuanzhi narrowed his eyes and said coolly, "Calling for reinforcements? You Devils aren't the only ones who can do that. We humans and demons aren't at your mercy in this Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda."
"Oh, is that so?" Lu Quan smiled faintly, his face tinged with mockery. "As I recall, I've already wiped out two of your human sects. As for the others—including those major demon clans—they're not exactly on good terms with you, are they? Are you sure you can still call in reinforcements?"
At his words, astonishment flashed through all four of their eyes.
How could someone who was a thousand miles away and had never shown his face in human or demon territory know that they were at odds with the Great Peng and Golden Crow Clans, not to mention Wuji Palace and Youluo Hall?
Even assuming that, after entering the Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda, their clashes with Nangong Hongye and the others had let him learn that relations with those major demon clans were strained, that still had nothing to do with the other human sects. After all, they had yet to come face-to-face with Wuji Palace or Youluo Hall.
Even if those groups didn't get along with the Great Domain Alliance and Shenyi Gate, everyone knew that the human race's resolve to oppose the Devils was no less than the demons'.
For all these years, no human had ever dared to slacken their resistance to the Devils because of grudges between sects. Their steadfast