"Fellow Daoist Ming He, be patient for a moment, and hear this poor monk out..." Zhunti tried to explain.
"Am I impatient?!" Ming He cut him off directly, killing intent chilling in his blood-red eyes.
"This Seat simply has no time to listen to these roundabout schemes of yours!
Since the message has already been delivered, please turn around and return to your abode!
As for the specific strategy of attack, we will decide it together once Fuxi leads the coalition's main force here."
Ling Yan also spoke at the right moment, making her stance clear. "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, Mystic and Demon cannot stand together. A struggle over orthodoxy concerns the fundamental order of the Primordial Wilderness.
The position of Demon Sect Master is that of the head of ten thousand demons.
If he can be killed, the blow to the Demon Sect's morale will be immeasurable.
If, because of private feelings or certain calculations, you leave him a way out, or even intend to 'convert' him and absorb him, how unjust would that be to the countless living beings who died miserably at the Demon Sect's hands?
How chilling would that be to the coalition soldiers who are even now fighting the Demon Sect on the front lines?
When right and wrong are clear as day, one's stance cannot waver in the slightest.
The Demon Sect must be exterminated, and its master must be executed. This is the bottom line.
If the Buddhist Sect harbors other thoughts on this matter, or even obstructs us because of them, then even without the Buddhist Sect's participation, my Mystic Gate and the allied army of the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness still have the ability to flatten Mount Sumeru and annihilate the Demon Sect!"
Zhunti's thoughts had been mercilessly exposed