Ling Zhe still used the Spirit Race's overall strength to threaten the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
Yet the Ten Thousand Demon Hall Master did not reply.
Instead, he continued to stare coldly at Ling Zhe and Ling Long, his terrifying demon power still pressing down upon them...
Tian Tao, who was in the wrong, gritted his teeth and rushed over again. "Black Tiger, don't be impulsive."
In truth, if Black Tiger could wipe out Ling Zhe and the others here, it would not be a bad thing for the Celestial Race.
But how could they possibly be wiped out so easily?
Ling Zhe and Ling Long had all manner of treasures to protect themselves and escape. And if anything truly happened, the Spirit Race's powerhouses would come charging from the Divine Spirit Main Island through various grand formations, at any cost...
Ling Zhe might even have made preparations already, with quite a few Spirit Race powerhouses lying hidden near the Ten Thousand Demon Domain, waiting.
When that time came, it would become a massive melee.
And if the Ten Thousand Demon Hall fully descended into demonhood then, it truly would be indiscriminate slaughter.
Especially...
With Black Tiger's current realm, if he truly descended into demonhood, it would be far too terrifying.
"Black Tiger, there's no need for this. Think of the little demon beasts of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall."
Tian Tao hurriedly tried to persuade him again, then looked at Ling Zhe and Ling Long. "Let me negotiate... Brother Ling Zhe, you should raise the offer a little more. After all, it was your disciples who first violated the agreement of the battle wager."
The atmosphere grew even more oppressive with Tian Tao's words.
Under the crushing pressure of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall Master's demon power, Ling Zhe