The Restless Phoenix Fire

Faced with such immense temptation, no one could simply walk away.

Having come this far, the thought of handing over what they had already secured was utterly impossible.

The Young Palace Master of the Myriad Demon Palace felt utterly helpless in the face of the Human Race's unyielding stance, but given the current situation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow his pride.

After all, the Demon Race had just fought a grueling battle against the Asura Clan; they simply could not afford a direct confrontation with the Human Race, or the consequences would be more than the Demon Race could bear.

"Fine, fine, fine. You have guts. Rest assured, the humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold by my Demon Race in the future."

The Young Palace Master of the Myriad Demon Palace glared at Zhao Huaiping, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

No matter how furious he was inside, it was of no use; the reality of the situation was laid bare before them.

"Let's go. I can tell you all with full responsibility: whatever you have obtained inside, it will all belong to my Demon Race in the future."

"Let's move."

With that, a large group of Demon Beasts cast vicious glares at the human cultivators before flying off into the distance. Since the Jade Emperor's Master Bedroom was no longer theirs, they could not afford to miss other opportunities within the Heavenly Palace. After all, there were still over ten days left before they had to leave; they could not waste such precious time.

Seeing the Demon Race retreat under the pressure of the humans, the remaining tribes, though reluctant, had no choice but to follow suit. It was a joke to think otherwise—if even the Demon Race couldn't stand up