"What nonsense! Stop adding and subtracting there. Let's have a real fight with real blades. At worst, we'll perish together. It's still uncertain who will win and who will lose," Elder Xing Qiong shouted angrily.
"Your cultivation isn't high, yet your tone is quite grand. What do you have to perish together with us?" Golden-Winged Peng sneered.
With that, he raised a hand and took out a palm-sized square box. Opening the lid and tipping it over, he poured out countless rice-grain-sized black figures. After landing, they rapidly grew into Lion Camel Ridge demon minions.
In mere moments, several thousand demon minions, led by the Demon Race elders, surrounded the remaining hundred or so people in the center. The disparity in strength became immediately apparent.
"So what if you have more people? They're all just rabble. What can they do to me?" Elder Wuchen said, putting up a fierce front despite his fear.
"You'll find out if you try. Kill them," Golden-Winged Peng ordered.
"Stop!"
At that moment, an urgent shout rang out.
Everyone looked toward the sound and saw three figures swiftly crossing the encirclement and flying toward them.
When Shen Luo saw the three figures, he could not help shaking his head in worry.
The leader of the three was Fu Donglai, who had previously been separated from Shen Luo. On his way here, he had discovered two demon ape warriors bound by spider silk. After rescuing them, he had come here with them.
"Master, peace has only just returned to the Three Realms. You must not act on impulse. Once war begins again, countless living beings across the Three Realms will suffer death and injury, and there will never again be peace," Fu Donglai said painfully as he looked at the master who had taught him and