"Are we really going to pin the hope of our Demon Race on some illusory, baseless speculation?" Qing Ming Demon God asked in a low voice.
"Other than that, what other method do we have?" Bai Shan countered.
Compared to the other Demon Gods, Bai Shan, who could clearly recognize their own situation, was already utterly desperate. In his view, with the Demon Race's current strength, they simply could not stop the Human Race.
So they could only pin their hopes on this.
"Enough, stop arguing. With the threat of the Human Race before us, how can we afford internal strife?" Mo Ying listened to the debate between several Demon Gods, his gaze gloomy. He had some trump cards, but...
Those existences could not help them right now.
The reason he agreed with Bai Shan's forbearance was also because he was waiting for the Holy Clan from beyond the domain to descend.
