Haotian's orders were soon passed down.
Xinghui of the Star Race was deeply resentful.
With his strength, why would he willingly serve as the Heavenly Court's puppet if he had not believed in its prospects?
Still, being a puppet sometimes felt truly awful.
Yet there was nothing he could do.
"Declare war on the Devil Race effective immediately. Also, deliver this letter of reconciliation to the Human Race. The Ten Thousand Races Alliance will temporarily reconcile with the Human Race and join forces against the Devil Race. Move deeper into the Primordial World and leave the southern Devil Race to the Human Race. We have more important matters to attend to."
He had poured so much thought and effort into finally suppressing the Human Race.
One sentence from Haotian had sent him straight back to square one.
But he also knew that circumstances were stronger than any man.
Now that the Primordial World faced a calamity of destruction that even the Heavenly Court found difficult to withstand, he had no choice but to set aside his desire to win for the time being.
Within the Human Race's territory.
Fuxi's brows were tightly furrowed. According to the news Xuanyuan had sent back, something that shocked him had finally come to pass.
Although he had anticipated it long ago, he still found it difficult to accept when the truth came to light.
The Star Race had actually colluded with the Devil Race.
If that was truly the case, the Human Race's position would become unimaginably difficult.
With no other choice, he could only seek aid from the Netherworld Office.
Lady Pingxin soon dispatched an army of the Ghost Clan.
The Primordial World was far too chaotic. The Netherworld Office had its rules, and the Primordial World had its order.
That was