The Demon Race's camp was dotted with ancient, austere halls of blue-gray stone.
In the central hall, Huang Ze sat behind a desk, her expression shifting between light and dark. All the Demon Emperors were gathered there, including the Feather Emperor.
Chen Xin had given her only half a year. Given the current situation, bringing Shi Lan's corpse back within that time was clearly a pipe dream.
On this extraterritorial battlefield, no power beyond the Emperor Realm could be used. Back in Lingyang, if those Human Emperors had wielded their Emperor weapons, she might have died on the spot.
"From what those scum from the Tianyuan Great World said, they also visited the human camp. I had already wounded those Human Emperors, so they must be badly injured now. Perhaps this is the best opportunity."
Huang Ze spoke first, clarifying the situation. She glanced over the Demon Emperors.
"Once we leave the extraterritorial battlefield, if Taishi gives Shi Lan one or two Emperor weapons for protection, killing her will only become more difficult."
At her words, the Demon Emperors' resolve began to waver. Shi Lan posed too great a threat. If they continued to let her grow, once she entered the Emperor Grade Realm or even attained the Dao, they would be the ones to die.
"With things as they are, if we go to war with the humans and people from the Tianyuan Great World take advantage of the chaos, exposing our world's coordinates, can any of you bear the consequences of a war between our two worlds?"
Feng Yichuan, seated to one side, spoke coolly. The Demon Emperors fell silent.
Faced with a war between two worlds, a conflict that would determine the fate of trillions of lives, even an emperor of one race could not shoulder the