Mo Yu and Shu Chou froze. No matter how they had turned it over in their minds, they had never imagined Fuxi would choose this.
The Human Race was not powerful. Compared to the Ten Thousand Races, it was still very weak.
If they were forced into an all-out battle, the Human Race could only suffer a crushing defeat.
Thus, the option of an all-out battle had merely been meant to shatter the Human Race's confidence.
Yet, to their surprise, Fuxi had readily chosen it without the slightest hesitation. The confidence in his eyes sent a chill through them.
It was as though the Human Race's victory was assured.
How could such a situation not make them doubt themselves?
Mo Yu could not help asking, "Won't you give it some thought? This is a decisive battle-a decisive battle against the Ten Thousand Races."
"We will establish a Heavenly Dao Pact for this battle. If you delay and fail to arrive, the Human Race's fortune will gradually dwindle until your race perishes."
Fuxi replied firmly, even sounding somewhat relaxed, "Fine, then let's establish a Heavenly Dao Pact. I don't mind."
Mo Yu even wondered whether Fuxi had simply decided to smash an already cracked pot.
Or perhaps the Human Race was courting death. He truly could not understand what was going on with them.
"Fine, then we'll wait and see!" Shu Chou snorted coldly.
In that case, Shakyamuni's other arrangements were no longer of any use. All that remained was to establish the pact and devote themselves wholeheartedly to preparing for the decisive battle.
With that, Shu Chou headed out of the great hall.
Mo Yu was still in a daze when he suddenly noticed his nominal superior walking toward the exit.
Humiliated and angry, he snapped, "You damned rat, I