Emperor Blood Burn meant burning the foundation of their own imperial path.
Once they consumed too much, their cultivation would plummet regardless of victory or defeat, and there was no telling how many years they would need to recover it.
Ying You's voice carried a hint of madness:
"Zhu Yao! You think... you've already won?!"
Zhu Yao still said nothing, merely watching them coldly.
Ying You's draconic pupils narrowed slightly.
He suddenly calmed down.
After Emperor Blood Burn, the three of them had pushed their power to its absolute limit.
Yet even so, he still had no confidence that they could defeat Zhu Yao.
And besides... that mysterious man in black and that strange Thunder Dragon were still over there. The most important thing in war was to know yourself and your enemy, but they knew nothing about that man.
At that thought, he came up with another plan.
"Zhu Yao."
"You and I are both in the Emperor Realm. You should know what Emperor Blood Burn means."
Zhu Yao raised her chin slightly, signaling for him to continue.
Ying You frowned and continued, "The three of us together, using our Imperial Blood as the catalyst, striking with everything we have..."
"Can you withstand it?"
"Even if you can... can your followers?"
He looked at the members of the Demon Race behind Zhu Yao, a mocking smile curling his lips.
"After that strike, how many will still be alive on this battlefield?"
In the void, the faces of the demons on the battlefield changed as one.
Was Ying You using their lives as bargaining chips?!
"Zhu Yao, let us leave today. We can settle our differences another day."
His tone softened, as though he were negotiating.
"But if you insist on fighting..."
A vicious glint flashed in his draconic pupils.