After several rounds of fierce fighting, the final outcome was decided.
When the ten people stood inside the spirit array, the array finally reacted, bursting forth with brilliant light and then enveloping them.
Outside the spirit array.
Jing Mu and Long Kui were somewhat nervous.
They stared at the illusory gate, their breathing suddenly quickening, and then they focused intently.
Long Kui asked expressionlessly, "How many will come out this time?"
"What do you mean?" For a moment, Jing Mu had forgotten what Long Kui meant. He was stunned for a long time before he slowly came to his senses and said, "I think it would be enough if one spirit god could emerge. As for anything else, I dare not hope for anything else."
Jing Mu had never experienced the golden age of the world, so even now, when he dared to use his imagination, he could only proceed with extreme caution.
Long Kui smiled faintly and said, "I think at least one Spirit God and three Demigods will emerge, and as for Spirit Emperors, there should be around five."
"How is this possible?" Jing Mu's eyes widened in disbelief.
It is no exaggeration to say that, apart from the leaders of those major powers, the number of Spirit Emperors that can be mobilized is extremely limited. Every Spirit Emperor-level warrior is a strategic asset.
If what Long Kui said is true, then with these additional Spirit Emperors, the power of the Great Thousand World will suddenly be much greater, and it will be much more confident when facing extraterrestrial demons.
"We'll see then." Long Kui smiled faintly, his usually expressionless face revealing a smile for the first time.
Just then, a servant hurried over and whispered to Jing Mu, "Sect Master, the extraterrestrial demons have sent an envoy who says they want to negotiate with you. What do you think?"
"Tell them to wait a moment."
Jing Mu neither readily agreed nor denied it.
At this moment, what he needs to do is very simple: wait. If, as Long Kui said, one of those eighteen people is a spirit god and three are demigods, then there's no point in negotiating; he'll just attack the lair of the extraterrestrial demons.
"They're out."
A dazzling aura enveloped them, and as the starlight flashed, several figures appeared before them.
Lu Shan was the first to be affected.
Then came Jiang Jinyu and Zhang Ling'er, as well as two demigods.
The remaining five were all Spirit Emperors.
Upon seeing this scene, even Long Kui's eyes immediately burned with fervor.
At this moment, Jing Mu was so excited that he burst into tears, "You are all heroes of the Great Thousand World! You are all heroes! As long as you are here, my Great Thousand World will surely recover its lost territory and restore its rivers and mountains!"
After saying these words, perhaps due to excessive excitement, Jing Mu actually fainted.
...
"What did you say? Two spirit gods and four demigods? Really?"
Inside the Demon Clan's main hall, Feng Qizi was shocked. Even after the servants repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, Feng Qizi still looked incredulous.
The servants were also quite shocked, but it was still much better than before.
After all, more than an hour had passed between when he received the message and when he passed it on to Feng Qizi, and when he first received the message, he was even more shocked than Feng Qizi.
“What I have said is all true. This is what the special envoy saw. It is said to be an ancient eighteen-person ritual in the world.”
The servants said.
"It seems we've failed completely," Feng Qizi murmured.
If we include Longling now, then the Great Thousand World has two more spirit gods. Including Jing Mu, the Great Thousand World has a total of five demigods.
In this part of the power, the demon race has a vacuum.
This puts the demons at a significant disadvantage. As their leader, he couldn't even come up with a good solution, which is quite a failure.
However, at this moment, a person slowly walked out from inside the hall.
It was the ancestor of the extraterrestrial demons, and standing behind him was the great wizard Hao Yan, who should have long since turned to dust and vanished.
With someone backing him up, Hao Yan was undoubtedly riding high, looking down on everyone.
"We absolutely cannot negotiate; we must continue fighting."
At this moment, with the patriarch's strong statement and his prestige, a chorus of agreement immediately arose.
Feng Qizi's expression immediately turned ugly. "Ancestor, if we were to confront the Great Thousand World head-on now, it would be extremely disadvantageous for our Demon Clan. We don't have any demigod-level demonic beasts."
So you're scared?
The old ancestor immediately made a very strong statement.
Even if Feng Qizi was truly afraid, he could not agree at this moment, "Absolutely not."
"Then why not fight?" the patriarch asked sharply. Immediately, all eyes turned to Feng Qizi, and the pressure on Feng Qizi increased significantly.
"beat!"
Feng Qizi gritted his teeth and could only say helplessly.
"Alright, three days from now, you and I will each lead an army."
After the patriarch finished speaking, he prepared to leave. However, Feng Qizi took the initiative and asked, "Patriarch, may I ask who is the person behind you?"
It was obvious that he had started to cause trouble for the ancestor.
The old ancestor seemed oblivious and went straight to: "Great Wizard Hao Yan."
As if he had caught someone red-handed, Feng Qizi stood up and said, "Does the Ancestor know that the Great Wizard Hao Yan attempted to rebel but was killed by me, leaving behind only a remnant of his soul? Is the Ancestor now trying to aid and abet the wicked?"
Without a doubt, this is a huge hat.
The old ancestor was quite direct, saying frankly, "He is my man, I can use him, as for the rest, I don't need to worry about him."
This was so domineering that it drew everyone's attention, and many envious glances fell on Hao Yan.
After the group left, Feng Qizi was furious and roared several times before calming down.
That patriarch actually slapped me in the face in public, that's really too much. It seems that the patriarch has also started to covet the position of clan leader.
As Feng Qizi thought this to himself, his expression gradually darkened. "Someone come here."
A person walked in slowly.
"Pass on my order: the front-line troops shall rest on the spot. Anyone who launches an attack without my personal letter shall be killed without exception."
"Yes." The servant nodded, and seemed to know the importance of the matter, quickening his pace.
Inside the room, Feng Qizi finally enjoyed a long-lost peace. He let out a long breath, and his mood improved considerably.
"If only... we didn't attack the Great Thousand Worlds, but I'm in this position and have no choice but to do so much. Alas! I'm afraid that in the end it will all be for nothing."
He sighed, then stood up, preparing to leave, when Feng Qitong pushed the door open and entered, "Father..."
The voice sounded slightly panicked.
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