"What did you mean... what did you mean..."
Xi Ping'an planted his sword against the ground and remained silent.
Rage burned in his heart. He wanted to roar in rebuke, wanted to sneer in mockery, but in the end, all his fury sank away without showing itself, and his gaze turned indifferent.
The Divine Court fell into an icy, deathly silence.
"Can't you see it, Fellow Daoist?"
"Tushan is a wolf-hearted, wild-ambitioned force. They are certainly not targeting only the Western Desert, and they certainly will not stop."
The response she had expected did not come. Unease and regret flickered in the Ice Plains Celestial Lord's heart, and she instead tried to persuade him. "Once the Western Desert falls, Tushan will certainly set foot in the East Sea and the Southern Border, just as Celestial Lord Shuo Yang did ten thousand years ago. They will not rest until they rule the world."
"By then, you will surely die without even a burial ground!"
Humans and demons were such complicated, twisted creatures.
When someone eagerly offered help, it felt somehow inappropriate, so they refused. Yet when disaster truly arrived and they had to come begging for aid themselves, only then did they suddenly realize.
The ones truly facing the Northern Plains' military edge were, in fact, the Western Desert!
No matter how dangerous the other places were, they would only face it after the Western Desert. The demons of the Western Desert truly had no grounds for holding themselves aloof or refusing others' aid.
Now, however, regret came too late.
Still, the Ice Plains Celestial Lord believed she had done nothing wrong.
Three Celestial Lords who did not trust one another joining forces to attack a Spirit Transformation power guarded by a fifth-tier high-grade formation had been a fantasy from the