Sorrow and fury intertwined in Xihe's eyes.
The deaths of her nine children had nearly caused her hatred to overflow.
Changxi stood to one side, her expression as calm as ever.
From the very beginning, she had never approved of Xihe marrying Di Jun.
On top of that, the Demon Race had slaughtered the Human Race on a massive scale, offending Bei Ming, Nüwa, and Laozi. This made her increasingly pessimistic about the Demon Race's future.
As for those ten nephews, Changxi did not feel much turmoil in her heart.
If anything moved her at all, it was only the sight of her elder sister being heartbroken, which made her own heart ache faintly.
That pain quickly turned into resentment toward Di Jun, adding another silent mark against him in her heart.
In Changxi's view, Xihe's grief today had mostly been caused by Di Jun.
If the Demon Race had not been at a disadvantage in its war against the Wu Clan, forcing Di Jun to seek help on the Taiyin Star and persuade her sister—
The two sisters had no conflict with the Wu Clan to begin with. Why had they ended up in such a predicament?
Di Jun stepped forward. Looking at the Ancestor Wizards he had fought for an Immeasurable Kalpa, he calmed his state of mind once more and spoke slowly.
"Things have come to this. I have no desire to argue any further.
"Since The Calamity of the Witches and Demons began, both sides have suffered countless casualties. Continuing this fight has truly become tiresome.
"The grudges between our two clans are endlessly entangled. Rather than continue wasting ourselves away, let us settle Qian Kun in a single battle.
"From this moment on, after One Yuan Meeting, the Wu-Demon War shall begin—a Life-and-Death Struggle!"
"Hahahaha!"