He felt that they could only blame their terrible luck. Every time they strengthened themselves, the other side would gain even stronger evil spirit power.
It was as though an invisible net controlled this world, controlling the development of both sides' strength.
"Human wisdom has lost to absolute power. That is undoubtedly a tragic thing," the clan chief sighed.
Then, he sent a message to all the councilors:
"Everyone, gather your strength with me and destroy the Flesh-Weaving Machine! This may be our final act of resistance!"
Since they wanted the Flesh-Weaving Machine, then they would make sure they got nothing! The enemy's misery was their happiness!"
As his words fell, spikes emerged from his bones, while black mist rose around the councilors. Their power gradually gathered together.
"I truly wish this world had no Flesh-Weaving Machine. I truly wish this world had no evil spirits!"
"Ash, Ash... if you had truly succeeded back then, how wonderful that would have been!"
The clan chief let out a sigh, then unleashed his power.
The Flesh-Weaving Machine itself was not at the Hell level. At most, it was equivalent to a Demon-level great evil spirit, and its defensive power was not particularly strong.
As their combined attack descended, it continued to rotate slowly.
However—
Their strike, which they had been so confident in, was stopped!
"What's going on? Has It Comes? No, not yet..." Someone thought the Grudge-Binder and the Ever-Rotter had arrived, only to discover that they were still fighting outside, each preventing the other from advancing.
At this moment, the two root-level great evil spirits battling outside naturally noticed what was happening within the clan grounds as well.
"These damned foodstuffs actually want to destroy the Flesh-Weaving Machine!"
"If you keep holding me back, neither of us will get anything!"