Gonggong raised the Thousand Tribulations Breaking Waves Spear high. Waterlight coiled around his body, his long hair flew wildly, and his furious roar shook the firmament:
"Young men! Kill! Destroy the False Court! Raze Purple Mansion Continent to the ground!"
Xuanming stood high in the air with her arms folded, coldly sweeping her gaze over the Immortal Court's remaining soldiers below, who looked like ants. Her eyes were filled with disdain:
"Big Brother really is something. Why did he let those beasts of the Demon Race deal with the Immortal Court's main force?
This battle is truly boring. Those ants aren't worthy of my intervention."
She Bi Shi said rationally, "Xuanming, the Immortal Court is like a tree.
The Demon Race striking their backbone is like cutting off its branches, while us destroying Purple Mansion Continent is like digging out its roots.
Besides, the lives of our Wu Clan soldiers are precious. If we can reduce casualties, why increase our losses?"
The Wu Clan's greatest disadvantage was still its lack of numbers.
Even if a thousand Demon Soldiers died to take down one Wu Soldier, the Demon Race would still profit.
Although the Wu Clan was skilled in battle, loved battle, and feared no death,
as clan leader, every decision Di Jiang made had to pursue greater strategic objectives with lower war damage.
"Who says it isn't interesting?"
Tian Wu gave a cold shout. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and an Eight-Faced Hunting Wind Banner, pitch-black from end to end and snapping loudly in the wind, suddenly appeared in his hand.
The banner billowed in the wind. With a flick of his hand, he threw it out, and it transformed into a streaming light that shot toward the Immortal Court's Treasure Trove.
As for how Tian Wu had