Unspoken Schemes: The Demon Race Returns

Kunpeng sat cross-legged on Primordial Stars, coldly looking down at the vast earth.

During this time, he learned about the recent situation of the Witch Clan and the Human Race, which were developing rapidly and were very active.

Even those foolish onlookers thought the demon race was doomed.

Unfortunately, the situation is different now.

He knows many secrets that are unknown to others, which will completely change the current situation.

Not long ago, Three Pure Ones had already revealed the upcoming arrangements to him.

At that time, the Witch Clan will surely perish, and the Human Race will be plunged into the abyss.

"The ultimate beneficiary is only myself..."

Kunpeng's smile widened, to the point of bordering on madness.

Reflect on this.

He stood up abruptly, causing the stars beneath him to sway.

"My demon brethren, the Huiyuan is approaching! Now, gather your strength and reclaim everything that belongs to our demon race!"

The Kunpeng roared in all directions, its face filled with excitement and enthusiasm, as if it were willing to sacrifice its life and give everything for the demon race.

Upon hearing this, the billions of demons who had been holding back their anger instantly erupted in a frenzy.

For the Huiyuan, they had been hiding on a small, secluded star, not daring to go anywhere. Now that the restrictions have been lifted, their dormant beast blood has begun to boil once more.

"Peng Emperor! This is not a good idea. The demon race is now in decline. How can it compete with the Witch Clan and the Human Race?"

Fuxi flew out from a star, like a bucket of cold water being poured on him, and the noisy billions of demons immediately quieted down.

They got so caught up in their passion that they neglected the real-world issues.

With the demon race's current strength, how can they possibly fight the other two races?

Isn't this practically free?

Kunpeng sensed the atmosphere around him and glanced at Fuxi without making a sound, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Then, he laughed and waved his hand, saying:

"Your Emperor Xi, you are overthinking this. I have already planned everything and am fully confident in my ability to fight against both the human and witch races."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression shifted slightly, and he asked in surprise.

"I wonder what the Peng Emperor's plans are? Please tell us so that we can be prepared."

His seemingly casual question actually revealed his disbelief that Kunpeng was prepared, and even more so, his distrust of Kunpeng's character.

Kunpeng was well aware of this. After a moment's thought, a frank expression appeared on his face as he smiled and said...

"Alright, since you're curious, I might as well tell you."

"Actually, our demon race has another ally, who is extremely powerful and can help us turn the tide of the current situation."

"Who?" Fuxi pressed.

Kunpeng remained calm and continued, "It's the Minghe, from the Asura Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fuxi frowned slightly. "There's no reason for the Minghe to help us, is there?"

He remembered clearly that the Minghe had once hunted down the Kunpeng because of the Primordial Violet Qi; the two were sworn enemies who would never be defeated.

Why would they help the demon race because of Kunpeng?

You think you're kidding me?

Fuxi looked at Kunpeng with disbelief, seeking an explanation.

"You're right, but I gave him a condition he couldn't refuse."

"As you may have heard, the Minghe only obtained half of the Primordial Violet Qi in the past, while the other half has disappeared without a trace."

"And I know the whereabouts of my other half."

"Is this offer generous enough?"

Kunpeng looked at Fuxi and asked with a smile.

A clamor of discussion arose all around; they had indeed heard the rumor that Kunpeng had mentioned.

Although Minghe obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, the other half was nowhere to be found. For someone who desperately wanted to become a saint, this was absolutely unbearable.

Obtaining half of the Primordial Violet Qi is even more painful than obtaining none at all. Just thinking about it from that perspective is enough to make one's heart ache.

It's unbearable to give up halfway through anything.

The conditions Kunpeng mentioned might not be that attractive to others, after all, half of the Primordial Violet Qi is really hard to imagine what one could do with it.

But for the Minghe, that was a fatal attraction.

"Is this true?" Fuxi asked slowly after a moment of silence.

"Of course it is true!" Kunpeng nodded emphatically, speaking with righteous indignation:

"As the king of the demon race, everything I do is for the sake of the demon race, as long as it makes our demon race strong and dominates the world."

"Even at the cost of my life, I would not hesitate."

As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic cheers erupted all around, and the billions of demons were once again in a frenzy; Kunpeng's words had given them strength.

Whether it's their determination or their real strength, everything about them is inspiring.

Only Baize, standing in the shadows, looked at Kunpeng with a solemn expression.

If it weren't for that last sentence, he really would have believed it.

Would a selfish and cunning individual be willing to give his life for something as intangible as racial justice?

That's a joke.

Although Baize had doubts, he did not stand up to question them. At this time, the crowd was in a frenzy and shouting, so it was not the time to question them.

Otherwise, even without Kunpeng's intervention, the other demon races could easily defeat him.

Kunpeng watched the demons' reactions and sneered inwardly.

The whereabouts of the Primordial Violet Qi was utter nonsense; it was all made up on the spot.

He never even came into contact with the Minghe; it was all arranged by the Three Pure Ones.

All I had to do was provoke a war and steer the situation toward my predetermined course.

"My demon warriors, follow me!"

Kunpeng gathered his thoughts, straightened his expression, and loudly issued commands.

This time, Fuxi did not question it further and obeyed the arrangement without saying a word.

Kunpeng glanced at him without changing his expression, a hint of a smile and pity flashing in his eyes.

The Minghe was only part of his scheme; why would he reveal the whole truth?

Soon after, billions of demons gathered together, left the Primordial Stars, and rushed to the Primordial World.

The overwhelming Yao Qi permeated the heavens and earth. At this moment, all living beings felt this Yao Qi and were shaken. The demon race, which had disappeared for a Huiyuan, finally reappeared in the Primordial World.

Pangu Temple.

"How dare they! These beasts have ventured into the Primordial World again? Has the passage of a single Huiyuan made them forget their past fears?"

Dijiang was furious, and his voice boomed like thunder. A Huiyuan arrived, and the demon race stepped out of the Primordial Land.

Such eagerness and recklessness are tantamount to a provocation against the Witch Clan.

He hadn't even gone looking for trouble with the demons yet, and they came knocking on his door instead—it's simply unforgivable!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Make sure these beasts never return! This time, it won't be just a matter of bloodshed!" Zhurong roared, flames flickering in his eyes, his anger reaching its peak.

"To hell with them! Since they're courting death, let's slaughter them until the world is turned upside down!" Gonggong shouted in agreement, showing a remarkable consensus on the matter.

The other Ancestral Witch were also filled with anger; the demon race had completely disregarded them.

Immediately, the Witch Clan Ancestral Land at Mount Buzhou erupted with a soaring aura of malevolent energy, sweeping across the heavens Eight Desolations.

In an instant, all the powerful beings knew that the decisive battle was about to begin, and the Primordial World was about to enter a new round of baptism.