The One-Horned Devil Immortal suddenly sneezed, looking puzzled. "How strange!!?"
Xuanyuan was deeply shocked by the news. He marveled at Fuxi's foresight and regretted his own recklessness.
"Lord Fuxi, I was wrong. I shouldn't have..."
Fuxi interrupted him. "Remember what I said. You did nothing wrong, but some things must be considered with the bigger picture in mind. Victory in war is not about how many enemies you kill, but about securing the greatest victory at the smallest cost."
"The Human Race has limited numbers, and our powerful fighters have to be cultivated one step at a time. Every one we lose is a grave danger to our race."
"Our elite cannot be lost in war. They are the finest of the Human Race, and they still have great contributions to make in the future."
"I brought them out only to complete the Human Race's plans. As for how many devils we kill or how much territory we seize? Neither is part of my considerations."
"Making the Human Race's name known and preserving its strength-that is what you should be thinking about."
Xuanyuan took a deep breath. He understood Fuxi's intentions now.
"I understand, Lord Fuxi. I still haven't thought things through enough, and I act too rashly."
Fuxi patted his shoulder. "There's no time to lose. Gather our forces. We're retreating at once."
"By the way, is there any news of the Holy Monk? It's been so long. Why hasn't he returned yet?"
Fuxi was genuinely worried. That fellow was the hope of the Primordial World.
In the Beyond Lands, Daochen suddenly noticed that the Dao Ancestor Hongjun before him seemed to have grown much weaker.
He did not know whether he was imagining it, but the fellow's aura fluctuated unpredictably, seeming weak one moment and strong the