Seclusion for Three Cycles of Sixty Years

The late-stage Primordial Spirit Heavenly Demons had either fallen or been beaten until their bodies were destroyed and were now reconstructing them. The Three-Eyed Heavenly Demon was the Devil Race's only remaining pillar they could rely on.

"When the Devil Race has no great powers, Three-Eyed takes the vanguard."

"Who would have thought that our Devil Race would be reduced to such a state?"

The Devil Race Saintess murmured, suppressing the chill in her heart.

She took a deep breath before speaking. "Now that the situation has turned against us, we must find a way to break the deadlock. Otherwise, sooner or later, we will be unable to withstand the human race."

The Three-Eyed Heavenly Demon nodded, then asked, "How well has the Nine Nether Sacred Venerable recovered from his injuries?"

The Devil Race Saintess shook her head and sighed. "Originally, he only needed another two hundred years to recover completely. But without human blood sacrifices from now on, I fear it will be delayed for several more years."

"No, we cannot drag this out any longer."

The Three-Eyed Heavenly Demon paced for a moment, his expression turning cold. "If the Nine Nether Sacred Venerable can recover before Lin Tianqi, we may still have a chance to turn the tide of battle."

"You mean..." The Devil Race Saintess's pupils constricted slightly, and hesitation surfaced in her eyes.

The Three-Eyed Heavenly Demon nodded, his face grim and sinister. "That Daoist Return-to-Void has already become a grave threat. If we do not kill him before he breaks through to the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit realm, I fear we will never have another chance."

"I understand!"

The Devil Race Saintess nodded. After pacing where she stood for a moment, she said resolutely, "Since there are not enough human blood sacrifices, then