Although Guangchengzi and the others outwardly looked down on Zhao Gongming and his companions,
they had actually prepared more thoroughly than anyone else.
Not only had they gathered the entire Demon Race together,
they had even laid special formations among their ranks on the battlefield.
The Four Fierce Beasts had also each taught their secret arts to the demons assembled there.
Of course, those arts were all incomplete.
They could use the secret arts to greatly increase their strength.
But naturally, no one had told them about the harm those arts would do to their bodies.
The beasts themselves, however, had no such concerns.
Both sides had made ample preparations, and the great battle was poised to erupt.
Fuxi and the others emerged from the great formation with solemn expressions.
Following behind them were Zhao Gongming, Kunpeng, and the others.
As the host, Fuxi naturally took the lead without flinching.
Guangchengzi sneered and mocked Fuxi as he emerged. "Fuxi, your Human Race finally dared to come out. A whole thousand years! We waited here for a whole thousand years. Have you had enough of being turtles hiding their heads in their shells?"
Taotie laughed. "Have your supplies run out? Nothing left to eat? How about this? If your Human Race agrees to become slaves of my Taotie Clan, I could reluctantly spare your lives. What do you say?"
This plan was superb. It would not only bring about the Human Race's decline, but also shatter their confidence.
Most importantly, once these humans lost their spiritual faith, they would become utterly weak and cowardly.
He had seen many enslaved races, and those races had completely lost their will to compete.
They would ultimately vanish into history.
The Human Race was certain to meet the same fate.
Fuxi smiled. "The Human Race