Of course, every race had left some regular guards behind, but caught completely off guard, most races had suffered devastating losses.
Races like the Human Race, which could receive reinforcements so quickly, were few and far between.
Faced with the Demon Tide's vast numbers and terrifying ability to corrupt,
many races had suffered devastating losses.
Everyone began discussing the matter.
"This is the perfect time to send out our troops. If we conquer a few major races, the Human Race will reap a huge profit."
"Besides, the Human Race can't withstand the Demon Tide either. Hundreds of billions, tens of billions? Just hearing those numbers is terrifying. Our hands would go limp from all the killing."
"If you ask me, strike while they're sick and finish them off. We should conquer the Ten Thousand Races first. The Sages will deal with the Demon Tide when the time comes. This is a catastrophe for the entire Primordial World. The Human Race alone can't resolve it."
"Exactly. We could even hold our ground and let them tear at each other like dogs. I refuse to believe the Demon Tide can break through our Eight Trigrams Great Array."
Everyone was brimming with excitement. Once the other races had all but died out, wouldn't their territories be free for the taking?
With such a wonderful opportunity before them, it would be absurd not to seize a few benefits.
Listening to their discussion, Bai Ze looked solemnly at Fuxi. "You need to make a decision now. Do we send troops against the Ten Thousand Races, or hold our ground until the situation outside is settled, then proceed with unification?"
Everyone shared the same idea: use this opportunity to reap greater benefits.
After all, this catastrophe had gravely weakened the Ten Thousand Races. It was the