"Hm? That's right! We're trapped here too!" Prince Modong did not deny it when Ning Mozi turned the question back on him. After admitting it, he paused, then softened his tone. "Everyone, although there are some grudges between our Two Races, I don't think we should be at each other's throats at a time like this. What do you think?" From his tone, Prince Modong did not seem to want a fight with the Heavenly Demon Race cultivators. Instead, he seemed inclined to join forces with them.
"You aren't controlling this fog?" Ning Mozi's expression shifted as he asked Prince Modong in surprise.
"Of course not! Otherwise, we wouldn't be trapped here!" Prince Modong's metallic face took on a friendly expression as he answered without hesitation.
"Hm?" The Heavenly Demon Race cultivators exchanged glances...
"Senior Brother Ning! Don't trust them! The Devil Race and our Heavenly Demon Race are mortal enemies!" Someone suddenly sent Ning Mozi a voice transmission. It was Qian Lingbing.
"..." Ning Mozi did not answer. Instead, he swept his gaze over the group, taking in their varied expressions. A thought stirred in his mind, and he sent them all a voice transmission. "Everyone, given our current situation, this is no time to fight the Devil Race. I think we should find a way out first!"
"All right!" The cultivators considered it carefully. Although the Devil Race cultivators were far fewer in number, the aura Prince Modong radiated was simply too astonishing. Among them, probably only Demonfire-the Fire Demon Lord-and Ning Mozi could match him. If they fought, their losses would likely be considerable. Moreover, the Devil Race had always been known for its overbearing ways, yet now they were actually yielding. This fog was probably far from simple. Indeed, this was no time to fight among