Compared to the Human Race, beyond the city walls, the dense army of the Demon Race stretched endlessly. Yet, after Chi Venerable raised his hand to signal, all the Demonic Cultivators remained solemn, not a single one uttered a sound, maintaining utmost silence.
The hierarchy within the Demon Race was strict, and their military discipline was evident.
The situation was deteriorating further.
Lin Yao was exceedingly anxious, but had no solutions, only blamed her Phantom Body Divine Vein for being able to produce mere illusions, unable to replicate even a fraction of Qingyun Sword Immortal's power.
"Agree to his terms." It was at this moment that a voice transmission suddenly reached Lin Yao's mind.
It was a cool female voice, condensed into a thread, possessing an indescribable decisiveness that inspired trust and could not be refused.
Lin Yao's gaze flickered briefly across the stunning face of the woman beside her, whose eyebrows resembled distant mountains.
