Persuasion

Bai Ze's words were like the final straw that broke the camel's back, instantly shattering every last shred of Di Jun's hope.

"This..."

Di Jun's face turned deathly pale. His body swayed slightly before he slumped back onto his throne.

That was right. How could he not know what sort of people Jieyin and Zhunti were?

Those two bald old monks would abandon even their dignity for the rise of the Western Religion, let alone some so-called alliance agreement.

If Dijiang truly offered terms tempting enough to move them—such as a Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, or even an Innate Supreme Treasure... those two bald old monks would absolutely turn against him without hesitation and might even help the Witch Cult deal with the Demon Clan!

At that point, the Demon Clan would not only have to face the terrifying Pangu True Body, but also the betrayal of two Sages!

That would be true, irreversible ruin!

"Big Brother..."

Taiyi's heart tightened as he watched Di Jun's utterly despondent expression.

He might have loved battle, but he was not foolish.

Bai Ze and Fuxi's analysis struck at the heart of the matter with every word, filling him with a profound sense of helplessness as well.

"Could it be... that our Demon Clan truly has no way out?"

Taiyi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

The great hall fell into deathly silence.

Di Jun closed his eyes. The River Map and Luo Writing slowly revolved above his head, giving off a faint glow.

He frantically deduced every possibility, attempting to find a sliver of life within this dead end.

After an unknown length of time, Di Jun abruptly opened his eyes, determination flashing within them.

"No! We still have a chance!"

Di Jun rose to his feet and stared intensely at