Daoist Randeng hurriedly explained, "Reporting to the Sect Master, I have already stationed all ten Quasi-Saints of the Demon Race under my command around the Human Race. Once the formation is broken, they can cut off their retreat. Unfortunately, the formation remains intact, so this contingency of mine has yet to come into play."
He felt rather helpless himself. Being unable to win and having to call for reinforcements had already been embarrassing enough.
Even after the reinforcements arrived, it still wasn't enough. The Human Race unveiled one trick after another, leaving him at his wits' end. If this continued, he would lose every last shred of face.
Primordial Heavenly Venerable nodded. He turned to glance at the Four Fierce Gods but said nothing.
Instead, he looked at Guangchengzi. "Rise. I already understand the matter of the Human Race's formation. Although you cannot break it, you must not become careless. Consider your actions carefully and deal with matters as circumstances dictate."
Guangchengzi stood up. "Reporting to Master, the Human Race's formation has become a formation of merit. Should we withdraw for now and consider our next move at length?"
His meaning was obvious. Since they couldn't break it anyway, why not simply let the matter go?
Primordial Heavenly Venerable frowned. He knew exactly what these people were thinking. Expecting them to harm themselves for someone else's benefit was probably impossible.
Since that was the case, he could only think of another way.
Suddenly, inspiration flashed through his mind, and he devised a vicious scheme. "The Human Race is not long-lived, after all! If we trap them inside the formation, they will eventually have to come out in search of food. We can deploy Demon Soldiers to surround and slaughter them. The Human Race will collapse without us even having to