Ming Riyue stood in the void, her face like the bright moon, a trace of holy radiance shining in her narrow, slender eyes, like Guanyin of the Buddhist Path!
A thousand hands spread behind her, forming a divine wheel!
An immense pressure poured from her!
Such imposing might and aura left the seven Demon Kings opposite her afraid to look her in the eye.
All seven knew perfectly well at that moment that if they kept fighting, whether Ming Riyue would die in the end was uncertain, but her next strike would definitely slay another Demon King.
As for who would suffer that misfortune, that was hard to say.
"This..."
Some of the Demon Kings were already beginning to waver.
"Everyone!" someone said. "We all belong to the Devil Race. We shouldn't fight among ourselves. If we suffer more losses and only a handful of us nine Demon Kings remain, how will we enter the Heavenly Emperor's Ruins when they open?"
"Exactly!" someone agreed. "So let's stop fighting!"
"Right, Tian Lan was the one who started this in the first place. Why should we draw the flames onto ourselves?"
"Enough, enough!"
Each of them spoke a sentence, making their stance clear.
"Ming Riyue!" A Devil Emperor in red robes stepped forward, coming to stand before Ming Riyue. "We all belong to the Devil Race. We shouldn't continue this internal war. Otherwise, if those fellows from the Mystic Sect exploit our weakness, how will our Demonic Path survive?"
"How about we both stand down?"
"Naturally, that would be good," Ming Riyue said. "However, you must swear a Heavenly Dao Oath that from this day forward, the seven of you will not scheme against me, Ming Riyue, in the slightest!"
"Otherwise, I won't have any peace of mind when I enter the