The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

"Mo Jue, give the order to retreat immediately."

"This great formation of the human race is too strange. Even just the illusion of it makes me uneasy."

"It's unimaginable what kind of power such a being would possess if it were truly condensed."

"Uncle, you're too late." Mo Jue replied, his eyes fixed on the Heavenly Demon Dharma Image's movements on the battlefield. "Just now, I gave the order."

"Order the three Celestial Demon Avatars at the front lines to attack the human race."

"You..." Mo Lin was furious. Pointing at Mo Jue, he said with exasperation, "How could you be so impulsive?"

"Can't you sense the power that phantom possesses?"

"Uncle, I know, of course I know!" Mo Jue's face contorted with madness. "But I'm not reconciled!"

"Our clan is in a very favorable situation. If we don't fight for it, we'll just retreat like this."

"Nephew, I will never get over this hurdle in my heart."

"I don't believe that phantom is really that powerful."

"What if he's just all show and no substance?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lin was speechless.

Yes, how can we be satisfied without giving it our all?

Just like back then, when the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin were vying for supremacy, in the end, the strength of the dragon race had clearly surpassed that of the qilin, and the phoenix race was far superior.

When Zu Qilin wanted to form an alliance with the Phoenix Clan to fight against the Dragon Clan, he had the same expression.

If you fight, there's still a sliver of a chance; if you don't, you'll always be left behind.

Thinking of this, Mo Lin gently patted Mo Jue's shoulder and said softly, "Mo Jue, you are so much like your father."

"In the past, your father led my clan in the final war against the dragons."

"You know the outcome of that battle. Neither my clan, nor the dragon clan, nor the phoenix clan won."

"They were all outmaneuvered by the Demon Ancestor Rahu. The elites of the three races were wiped out in one battle, blood flowed across the entire land, and corpses piled up like mountains."

"In the end, it was the patriarchs of the three clans who, by guarding the heavens and earth, secured this glimmer of hope for survival."

"Remember, I'm telling you all this not to blame you, nor to tell you how hard-won today is."

"I just want to tell you that you can try, but you must use your brain."

After saying that, Mo Lin said nothing more, silently watching the three Heavenly Demon Dharma Images rushing towards the Emperor's illusory figure on the battlefield.

Mo Jue's face was full of complicated emotions, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

It wasn't until a deafening roar rang out that he snapped out of his daze and looked at the battlefield.

Three celestial demonic figures with a thousand hands and a hundred heads were seen being pressed down by the Great Emperor's phantom with a giant bell.

No matter how the Heavenly Demon Dharma Form erupted, it could not escape from under the bell.

Upon seeing this, Mo Jue looked surprised and doubtful.

How is that possible? The physical strength of each Heavenly Demon Dharma Form is no less than that of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

Just how powerful is this phantom?

Mo Lin, standing to the side, also showed a serious expression. He had originally thought the same as Mo Jue: although the phantom was impressive, its actual power might not be that strong.

But who would have thought that this phantom was not just a facade, but terrifyingly powerful.

In the human camp, Houtu circled around Huangtian and clicked her tongue in amazement, saying, "I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve."

"Tell me honestly, who is this phantom?"

Huang Tian gave a wry smile: "An emperor named Wushi. As for his origins, I think you should understand without me having to explain."

"Nonsense, I've already helped you fight Hongjun, what else don't you understand?"

"However, your move was quite unexpected."

"The Eastern King Duke's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation gathers the power of the great formation for himself, but you have done the opposite and cast this power into the formation diagram."

"In this respect, it is quite similar to the Heavenly Demon Formation of the demon race."

"But the Heavenly Demon Formation distributes its power among the generals of each army, which is why it can unleash the strength of a quasi-saint."

"If I'm not mistaken, your formation is likely limited by the array diagram!"

"You guessed right." Qin Tian nodded: "It is indeed restricted by the array diagram. If one day we can snatch the Creation Jade Disc from Hongjun's hands and refine it into an array diagram..."

"If we gather the strength of the entire human race to set up an array, I feel like even if Pangu were alive, I wouldn't be afraid."

"Alright, stop dreaming."

"The demon race's Heavenly Demon Dharma Form has been suppressed. How we fight next depends entirely on you."

As she spoke, Houtu pointed to the illusory image of Wushi in the sky.

Huang Tian looked on and saw that the three originally fierce and arrogant celestial demonic forms had been absorbed into the bell by the illusory image of Wushi.

Upon seeing the second-generation demon alliance again, Huang Tian understood why they hadn't taken any further action.

So he ordered Qin Yu to negotiate with the demon race on the front lines.

Submitting will spare the lives of the three million demons who have condensed the Heavenly Demon Dharma Form.

If they do not submit, then kill these three million demons as a sacrifice to the flag, and launch a general offensive.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu immediately understood the situation. He flew forward to the front line of the human race and shouted towards the demon race, "Mo Jue, come out and talk to me."

"Uncle, should we go or not?" Although Mo Jue had already made up his mind, he still looked at Mo Lin and asked, remembering what Mo Lin had just said.

"You don't need to ask me about this," Mo Lin said with a smile, shaking his head. "You can decide for yourself."

"However, you should think carefully. The human race's purpose in speaking out now is definitely not simple."

"If you are not careful, you may become a sinner of the demon race."

"Yes." Mo Jue nodded. "Uncle, don't worry, I will think it over carefully."

"We will not let the humans lead us by the nose."

Mo Lin nodded in satisfaction: "In that case, what are you still asking? Go!"

"Your uncle will always stand behind you."

Mo Jue felt a lump in his throat, nodded heavily, then flew to the front of the formation and shouted, "Mo Jue is here! Qin Yu, what do you want to say?"

Qin Yu didn't bother arguing with Mo Jue and said directly, "You have two choices now."

"If you lead the demon alliance to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao and submit to our race, our race will spare the lives of three million demons."

"Second, after our clan has slaughtered these three million demons as a sacrifice to our flag, we will immediately launch a general offensive against your clan."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jue's expression turned extremely ugly.

He could sense that the millions of demons below were watching him.

Just as his uncle had said, if this matter was not handled carefully, he would become a sinner of the demon race.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Jue shouted loudly without backing down, "Qin Yu, I'm not easily intimidated either."

"Let's launch a full-scale attack! Who's afraid of who!"

"Ha!" Qin Yu sneered, "Mo Jue, I gave you the chance, but you refused."

"Ninth Brother, attack! Slay these three million demons as a sacrifice flag!"

Depend on!

Mo Jue cursed inwardly, "You guys can't play like this!"

Weren't we supposed to be having a conversation?

Why did they resort to violence at the slightest disagreement?

Without thinking, Mo Jue quickly cried out, "No, please don't!"

"Qin Yu, let's talk again."