With Bai Ze's wisdom, he could naturally see that the Demon Race was showing faint signs of collapse!
After all, the two sides appeared evenly matched. Looking closely, the Demon Race even held a slight advantage! But one must not forget the Undead Race's strangeness!
Once killed, they would soon revive! After reviving, they could swiftly return to the battlefield! Meanwhile, those of the Demon Race who were killed could also revive! But after reviving, they would become undead!
If this slaughter and deadlock continued, the undead would constantly grow stronger while the Demon Race continuously weakened. In the end, the Demon Race would inevitably lose!
For all anyone knew, this sudden attack by the Demon Race might become a joke! A joke about delivering warmth to the Undead Race!
Of course, Bai Ze also knew that Dijun hoped these demons would all go die! But even dying required skill! After all, dying too disgracefully would be bad for the Demon Race's reputation!
For a moment, Bai Ze had a headache. He could not help but use a secret art to transmit his voice. "Your Majesty... what should we do now? Should we continue like this and let the undead thoroughly devour these demons, losing in an ugly manner? Or should we provide support and make this battle's defeat look a little better?"
Upon hearing Bai Ze's transmission, Dijun, seated within the palace, wore a grave expression. A faintly fierce glint flickered within his majestic eyes!
Laughter suddenly emerged from the darkness. "Hahaha... Dijun, I still stand by what I said earlier! I asked you to repay this favor because I hoped you could temper Jiang Chen and the Undead Race! But right now, this provides hardly any tempering effect for the Undead Race or the Six Kings. It is