Di Jun turned to Fuxi and asked,
"Fuxi, if we annex the Immortal Court, would we be able to fight the Wu Clan head-on?"
Fuxi frowned more deeply and said heavily,
"I fear it would still be difficult. The Twelve Ancestor Wizards are simply far too formidable."
Tai Yi's gaze burned fiercely, utterly without fear. "The Demon Race has united the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness. Our strength is no less impressive.
"Who is stronger, the Wu Clan or the Demon Race? We will only know after a real battle!"
Di Jun slowly rose to his feet, his invisible Emperor's Might pressing down upon the hall.
"Pass the order to all departments. Assemble the troops and prepare for battle. Be ready to dispatch forces to the East Sea at any time!"
Tai Yi immediately answered, "As you command!"
The echoes of fighting spirit reverberated between the grand pillars of the main hall.
The Demon Race's advantage in controlling the skies was fully revealed at this moment.
Their main forces roamed beyond the heavens and could descend like divine troops at any moment, launching surprise attacks across the various regions of the Primordial Wilderness;
Moreover, with the Chaos Bell in Tai Yi's hand, they could Conceal Heavenly Secrets. Even if cultivators throughout the world made deductions, they would find it difficult to glimpse the full picture of the Demon Race's plans.
Meanwhile, Daoist Baichuan truthfully gave Dong Wangong a detailed report of his trip to the Dragon Palace.
Dong Wangong sat upright within the Purple Mansion Palace, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers. After hearing the report, he said in a low voice,
"They need to consider it? Why does that sound more like a delaying tactic to me?"
Daoist Baichuan respectfully cupped his hands and replied, "The