As he watched them arguing in a clamorous knot, every one of them scared out of their wits, Fuxi's smile began to fade.
His smile gradually disappeared.
"What does it matter if they have numbers? What does it matter if they're strong? The more of them, the better. These fellows are nothing but a heap of loose sand. The more they gather together, the weaker they become."
"If this keeps up, it will actually work in our favor."
Fuxi's words were not convincing in the slightest.
Everyone stared blankly at him.
"All right, go make your preparations. Sooner or later, we'll have a major battle on our hands. Rest and build up your strength over these next few days. Don't let me down when the fighting starts."
"Since you all know that the next battle may decide whether we live or die, abandon any hope of getting lucky. In this battle, either they die or we perish."
Everyone nodded in unison. "We will fight to the death and make the Devil Race pay."
They all understood. At a time like this, they could only stake their lives.
Xuanyuan had yet to leave. Looking puzzled, he stepped forward.
"Lord Fuxi, will we win this battle?"
He asked nothing else, but he kept feeling that Fuxi was hiding something.
The Devil Race's numbers were clearly growing, so why did the excitement on Fuxi's face only grow stronger?
Fuxi laughed heartily. "We're certain to win this battle. Go make your preparations properly. Don't let someone else snatch all the credit when the battle comes."
"The more of them there are, the happier I am. We can catch them all in one net and save me the trouble of campaigning everywhere and wasting time."
Xuanyuan's spirits rose. "With that assurance from you, Lord Fuxi,