To wipe out the Asura Clan, they still had to rely on the Demon Race's strength.
But in the end, he had successfully led the Demon Race into the quagmire of war. Now the entire Demon Race had been dragged into the mire; it was already too late to get out.
Neither the Demon Race nor the Shadow Clan could extricate themselves now. They could only grit their teeth and keep fighting. Getting free would be simple enough—give up half their territory—but no one would agree to pay such a massive price.
The war between the two races had lasted for decades without the slightest progress. Instead, casualties only kept mounting, and the conflict had entered its white-hot stage.
Both races had fought until their eyes were red. It was either your death or mine.
As for the rest of the Eastern Continent, they had no time to spare for it. Even after receiving the Shadow Clan's calls for aid, the Demon Race chose to turn a blind eye.
They had been fighting the Asura Clan for decades and had already begun to faintly fall into a disadvantage. If they freed up their hands to fight the Human Race now, wouldn't that be outright courting death?
The Human Race was no minor race. Even if the entire Demon Race went to war with them, they would have to weigh the matter carefully—not to mention that the Asura Clan still stood before them.
Thus, the Demon Race had temporarily abandoned the Shadow Clan. They only wanted to pull themselves free, or take down the Asura Clan—but taking down the Asura Clan was hardly so easy.
As they waited, an hour slowly passed.
"Sect Master, the other two armies have reached their designated positions and are awaiting further orders."
Zhuge strode over