As both sides continued to slaughter one another, time slowly passed.
The essences of power left behind by those Dao Masters in the heavens were seized one after another, while the Five Decays Poison spread once more.
Sensing that something was wrong, neither side continued fighting.
Having cultivated to such a realm, no one wished to fall.
Perhaps the Demon Venerables of the Heavenly Court were already doomed men, possessing the courage to die for the Empress and Heavenly Emperor.
But how could the Human Race's powerhouses possibly risk their lives against the Demon Race for the Demon Race Heavenly Court?
Wasn't that a joke?
As the Human Race withdrew its troops, the Demon Venerables of the Heavenly Court had no choice but to retreat as well.
Yet even so, the Myriad Demon Array had been battered into a miserable state, with cracks appearing in many places. It needed time to be repaired and perfected.
However, the venerables of the Demon Domain had little mind to spare for such matters.
Their gazes were fixed instead upon the golden figure, a thousand zhang long and wreathed in the aura of the Ancestor Dragon.
Gold Horn!
At this moment, even those senior Late Demon Venerables who had never thought much of Gold Horn could not help but sigh with emotion.
The Human Race Venerables and the Heavenly Court's Demon Venerables slowly pulled back, retreating to a safe distance.
Yet the atmosphere between the two sides was far from calm.
The black Flood Dragon, Mo Xuan, looked ready to breathe fire from his eyes as he stared at the Human Race Venerables before him and spoke.
"What did you all mean just now? If you had joined forces with us, perhaps we would have shattered the Myriad Demon Array long ago."
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