"Now look at the Demon Race. Would Di Jun and Tai Yi listen? Could they even make themselves heard? Even if they listened, how much could they actually carry out? And even if they did, how efficient would it be?
At most, Di Jun and Tai Yi could manage those at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level—and only if they treated the matter as one of life and death for the entire Demon Race.
But even if they managed that, could Di Jun and Tai Yi control beings below the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm?
How many beings in the Demon Race could reach the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm?
Out of ten billion beings, you'd be lucky to find even one, wouldn't you?
They could only control one being out of ten billion. How was that any different from being unable to control the Demon Race at all?
So don't be fooled by how Di Jun and Tai Yi strong-armed countless races into joining the Demon Race, making it clear that those who followed them would prosper and those who resisted would perish. They might have looked mighty and domineering, but in truth, their rule was loose and fragile.
Those who submitted to them either had no choice or stood to benefit from following them. But now Di Jun and Tai Yi had issued a command, expecting all those who had joined the Demon Race to give up the benefits right at their fingertips. How could that possibly work?
Besides, the Demon Race was so vast, and the conflicts within it so complicated and deeply rooted. With all these problems piled together, what could Di Jun and Tai Yi do?
Kill them?
They couldn't exactly slaughter every member of the Demon Race. That would be digging their own graves!