Fuxi looked at everyone. "This news is far too shocking, but Lord Kunpeng arrived in such a hurry that word has already leaked out. I fear panic has spread through the camp."
"We cannot retreat now. If we withdraw, all the momentum we built before will vanish completely."
"It will be difficult to rally people's hearts again in the future."
Kunpeng was somewhat vexed. "It's all my fault. I didn't stop to think earlier. Had I known it would come to this, how could I have acted so rashly?"
He had simply been too anxious. The Demon Emperor's order had come suddenly, and Kunpeng, worried that something might happen to the Human Race and the Demon Race, had rushed over. To stop their advance, he could only use the overwhelming numbers of the Devil Race as an excuse.
He had never considered the issue of morale.
Or rather, in his mind, Why the hell keep fighting? Turn around and run!
Against so many devils, even a Sage would be no help. Just killing them all would leave anyone half-dead with exhaustion.
"Amitabha. Since morale has collapsed, why don't we continue forward? I am willing to serve as the vanguard and win our morale back through battle."
Jin Chanzi suddenly stepped forward, his expression solemn.
Who would have thought he was a warmonger too?
The others nodded in agreement. "They're only devils. What is there to fear?"
"Let's fight them! At worst, we'll battle until one side is dead."
"These devils aren't all that impressive. They just have numbers on their side. Can't we simply devour them bit by bit?"
With Jin Chanzi there, they all became much bolder. In their eyes, the devils had no means whatsoever of resisting sacred energy.
After careful consideration, Fuxi finally made his decision. "Jin