Who knew how much time had passed...
An aged voice suddenly descended. "Black Tiger, let my Celestial Race play peacemaker. Don't rashly fall into demonhood."
This voice did not come from the Human Emperor of Heavenly Dimension Hall, nor from any of the several Celestial Race experts present. It had been transmitted from some distant place, and belonged to one of the Celestial Race's supreme clan elders.
Just as had been said earlier...
The war between the Spirit Race and Ten Thousand Demon Hall had already lasted four or five months. The Celestial Race had long since been watching.
Perhaps the Celestial Race's clan elders and other experts had already guessed Ten Thousand Demon Hall's plan. Thus, when the master of Ten Thousand Demon Hall declared that they would all completely transform into magic beasts, the decision of the Celestial Race's upper echelons came down at once.
Hearing this, the master of Ten Thousand Demon Hall and all the Demon Emperors showed approval in their eyes, unable to stop themselves from looking at Sikong Jing's demon rat form.
Everything was within his plan.
Before long, a white-bearded old man tore open a spatial tunnel and drifted down.
He was precisely the Celestial Race clan elder who had just said he would act as peacemaker...
"Black Tiger, we can be considered old friends."
"I know what your plan is. Fine, I'll call upon the powerful clans and halls around us and persuade the Spirit Race to negotiate with you."
"Now, I'll go see Ling Zhe..."
Having said that, the white-bearded Celestial Race elder flashed away toward Ling Zhe's Divine Spirit Island.
Meanwhile, the beasts and people of Ten Thousand Demon Hall did not leave. Every one of them remained in a berserk state, ready to fall into demonhood at any moment.