"Hehe... wiped out?... The Demon Race won't be destroyed!"
"Someone... urp... will step in to stop it and quell this Witch-Demon War."
Gu Changqing sounded exactly as though he were talking in his sleep.
As he spoke, he even licked his lips hungrily.
It seemed he had tasted some peerless immortal wine in his dreams again.
Yet Tongtian froze when he heard those words.
The Demon Race would not be wiped out!
That was clearly a response to Tongtian's earlier concern.
What puzzled Tongtian, however, was why Gu Changqing would say such a thing.
His gaze deepened as he looked toward the Witch-Demon War.
Both clans were utterly maddened by bloodlust, every move a killing blow.
Moreover, the Witch Clan surged forward with overwhelming momentum and chilling killing intent.
The Demon Race, by contrast, had suffered grievous losses, and its morale was low.
In its battle against the Witch Clan, it was already beginning to fall behind.
Strike while the enemy was wounded, and take his life!
In the Primordial World, there was no such thing as "show mercy where mercy can be shown."
The Witch and Demon Clans had fought for countless ages.
With such a perfect opportunity before them, how could the Witch Clan let it slip away and leave the Demon Race a thread of hope?
Pressing the attack and utterly exterminating the Demon Race was the only wise course.
Nor would Tongtian be alone in thinking so.
The countless trillions of cultivators throughout the world all believed the same.
No matter how one looked at it, if the war continued, the final outcome would surely be the Demon Race's destruction and the Witch Clan's complete victory.
Suddenly, something stirred in Tongtian's mind, and a possibility occurred to him.
"Changqing, my disciple, could you be referring to