Di Jun was left looking awkward.
But clearly,
Yuanfeng had no intention of paying him any attention now.
Or rather, in her eyes,
Di Jun was not worth her attention at all.
The battle between the Human Race and the Loose Cultivator Alliance was what concerned her.
After all, these were two races.
They represented the Human Race and the Demon Race respectively.
Especially the Human Race.
This was the race Nuwa had only just created.
Nothing could be allowed to happen to them.
The Human Race could endure some hardships.
But they should not be wiped out by such a senseless war.
Yuanfeng's arrival brought the war between the two races to an immediate halt.
Both sides returned to their own territories, looking somewhat awkward.
After all, they knew perfectly well.
This had been a war.
Of course,
The Human Race was in a slightly better position.
After all, the Human Race had never wanted to start this war.
But they had no choice.
For the sake of their territory,
They could only fight back.
The Quasi-Saints of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, however, were left in an awkward position.
After all, they were the ones who had started this war.
Although they had deliberately divided up the battlefield,
Turning it into one small battlefield after another,
Those small battlefields joined together to form one vast battlefield.
There was no helping it.
The Human Race's population was too large.
And there were plenty of demons in the Loose Cultivator Alliance as well.
Even with the fighting confined to the area around the Human Race's territory,
The result was still the same.
What was more,
From the moment they launched the war,
The Loose Cultivator Alliance had been prepared for the Beast Emperor Palace to come knocking.
They simply had not