Queen Charming Ji looked at the four of them. "The entire Devil Race is losing ground at every turn. I'm afraid its defeat and destruction aren't far off. If this continues, the Succubus Race will be utterly ruined."
"Although the Flame Demon Rat has already returned, I doubt he's faring well in the Beyond Lands. The Demon Saints certainly won't let defeated generals like them off lightly."
"If we return as well, the decline of the Succubus Race will be inevitable."
"But on the battlefield, the Succubus Race cannot defeat the Human Race either. It's a vicious circle. Whichever way we turn, we're only waiting to die."
"And this time, I've returned with a path to survival for you. Are you willing to hear me out?"
The four great witches were deeply alarmed. Although they fought over power and profit, the fact that they had reached their current positions proved that there was nothing wrong with their intelligence.
Who among them was unaware of the Devil Race's situation?
Why were so many members of the Primordial Devil Race still hesitating? Even though they knew they could not defeat the Human Race, they still had not chosen to return.
It was because they understood one thing all too well.
Returning at this point would bring absolutely devastating consequences.
The Primordial Devil Race was an exceedingly cruel race.
For them, the defeated would never have a chance to rise again.
If they returned now, they would certainly suffer humiliation at the hands of other races. They might even be reduced to a slave race.
Yet if they did not return, they could only watch themselves descend into the abyss, step by step.
That despair was suffocating.
The four great witches dropped to one knee. For a fleeting moment, they seemed to have