Demon Race Counterattack

Over ten thousand years ago, the humans and demons went to war. The human race nearly withdrew from the Outer Sea entirely. Only after many years of recuperation did they slowly recover their strength.

The human race had come in force this time. The Demon Race absolutely could not give way. A kind man was bullied, a gentle horse was ridden.

If the Demon Race yielded one step, the human race would advance ten, taking a mile when given an inch.

Only by hurting the human race badly would they finally let the matter rest.

"That's right. We must let them know how formidable we are. We absolutely cannot back down. There hasn't been a major war in many years; the juniors have already grown lax. This is the perfect chance to temper them."

"The human race has dispatched quite a few cultivators this time. There are over a hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators alone. Such a massive mobilization would be impossible without orders from those Spirit Transformation old monsters."

"The three forces—Three Immortals Island, the Righteous Path Alliance, and Penglai Island—have attacked our territory almost simultaneously. They must have agreed on this beforehand. Perhaps the Spirit Transformation old monsters will show themselves as well. It won't be easy to drive back the human race."

"Hmph, what a joke. The human race has Spirit Transformation old monsters, but are our ancestors any worse than them?"

They argued endlessly, each holding to their own view. Most took a hardline stance, advocating an immediate counterattack to show the human race a thing or two.

Soft footsteps sounded as a burly old man in red robes walked in. His features were upright, his eyes bright and piercing. Two red scales grew from his neck, and a crimson horn rose from his head.

Jiao