The Demon Court.
Faced with the core members of the Demon Race clamoring for war, Di Jun fell silent.
"Dao Brother, what is there left to consider?"
"They were your own flesh and blood."
"If I hadn't intervened in time, even Lu Ya might not have made it back."
"The Witch Race has bullied our Demon Race like this. We must respond."
"Otherwise, how could our Demon Court have the face to stand in the Primordial Wilderness?"
Taiyi spoke in a grave voice.
"Although our Demon Race has repeatedly fallen behind in our battles against the Witch Race,"
"our fortune has now gathered at its peak."
"The heavenly secrets are in chaos now. Nothing can be divined."
"This is precisely the moment for our Demon Race to seize that final share of fortune."
"The witches and demons killed my children and bullied our Demon Race. Then let there be war."
"Bai Ze, muster the entire Demon Race."
"This time, we will destroy the Witch Race utterly."
As the Demon Race's sovereign, Di Jun had even less reason to avoid battle now that all the demons were clamoring for war.
Soon.
Countless trillions of demons had all been mustered.
They gathered in a dense, dark mass, their terrifying might converging.
This time, the Demon Race had mobilized its entire strength.
War drums sounded, and the killing presence of golden spears and armored horses formed a gray storm.
At this moment, even the heavens and earth of the Primordial Wilderness seemed to tremble.
Countless living beings fled into Changsheng Heaven.
Apart from cultivators who had survived the Dragon-Han Primordial Tribulation, who had ever witnessed a host of such magnitude?
The killing intent gathered there alone was enough to tear apart any Quasi-Saint powerhouse who faced the Demon Race head-on.
On the Witch