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#3210 - Demon Race: Reincarnation (Part 1)

Qin Liang, standing beside Qin Bu Yi, who had his eyes closed in rest, asked, "Marshal Qin, how about we make our move tomorrow?"

Qin Bu Yi nodded and said, "Alright."

He was an amateur when it came to leading troops into battle.

As an amateur, Qin Bu Yi had a very clear understanding of himself.

For things he didn't understand, the best thing to do was not to interfere casually.

An amateur directing an expert would eventually turn into an amateur directing an amateur...

A person's energy is limited.

It's impossible to be all-knowing and all-powerful; everyone has their own strengths.

Clearly, of all the things Qin Bu Yi was currently involved in, leading troops into battle was not one of them.

Moreover, with Qin Liang and Qin Lin around, it wasn't his place to worry about it personally.

The next day, the Heavenly Court First Army began to attack Area Two-Six-Five.

Area Two-Six-Five.

The Cycle Demon, as the leader, was feeling extremely annoyed.

His Heart Demon clan had never been treated like this before!

It would be understandable if the Chaos God clan came knocking on their door, but instead, it was a native force that didn't know any better.

Many of the Cycle Demon's subordinates roared:

"These natives are really tired of living, in my opinion. Are their brains waterlogged? They actually dare to provoke us. They really don't know what's good for them. Even the Chaos Gods in the heavens and stars give our demon clan some respect. Have these native forces forgotten the fear of being ruled by us for so many years?"

"Who knows what these natives are thinking? Maybe their brains really are broken. Otherwise, why would they choose to provoke us? Oh well, this time, let these natives know the price of provoking us. Our demon clan is not some small fry that can be easily manipulated!"

"That's what you say, but the key is that we don't know much about these natives. Rashly fighting them without understanding the enemy's intelligence might result in heavy losses for us. Our demon clan is strong, but these natives have obviously survived for so many years, so they aren't pushovers."

"What you're saying is laughable. Are you boosting the enemy's morale and diminishing our own prestige? The reason these natives have been able to survive until now is entirely due to their strong escape skills. If you say their escape skills are strong, I certainly won't argue with you. But if you say they are strong themselves? I'm the first to disagree."

...The voices at the scene were divided into two factions.

Some agreed to fight the Little Primordial Star Domain, while others naturally rejected the proposal.

Ultimately, the decision-making power rested with the Cycle Demon.

He looked at his subordinates who had followed him for many years, his mind racing with thoughts.

He was annoyed by the Little Primordial Star Domain's attack, but that didn't mean the Cycle Demon had lost his mind.

On the contrary, he was very clear-headed at this moment.

The primordial beings of the heavens rarely provoke trouble.

They spend more time escaping and protecting themselves.

Now, they suddenly come to provoke him, what does that represent?

The other party must have a trump card; the probability of them being muddleheaded is not high.

"What should I do..." the Cycle Demon thought to himself.

Just as he was considering, urgent reports came one after another:

"Latest urgent report: We have scouted the power of the native army. They are all Fourth Level Undying Dao realm cultivators, which is more than a notch stronger than our Area Two-Six-Five. Now our demon army is fighting the natives and showing a trend of decline. It won't be long before the scales of victory are reversed..."

"Latest urgent report: One-third of our Area Two-Six-Five has already been occupied by the native army. The speed of our demon army's retreat is much faster than imagined. If the current situation continues, perhaps in no more than three days, our Area Two-Six-Five will become the natives' territory..."

"Latest urgent report: The strongest combat power of the natives has not yet been scouted. The other party's origin is mysterious. Preliminary estimates suggest that their cultivation combat power is no less than Second Level Life-and-Death Dao realm. It is recommended that before Area Two-Six-Five is completely breached, all adults retreat first. A green hill is kept, and there is no worry about firewood..."

"Latest urgent report: Our Area Two-Six-Five has been completely sealed off. If you adults want to leave now, you may have to pay a huge price. These natives want to kill us all. Please think of a way to break the situation or escape on your own..."

The Cycle Demon and his subordinates' expressions froze when they heard the urgent reports.

They had lived for so long, and this was the first time they had encountered such a powerful native army.

What kind of demonic experience was it to be easily defeated when fighting the other party?

The Cycle Demon slapped the table and said with gritted teeth, "Can anyone tell me what's going on!"

His subordinates were so frightened by the Cycle Demon's performance that they didn't dare to speak.

Everyone knew that the Cycle Demon was now in a state of anger.

Speaking at this time might cause one to be targeted by the angry Cycle Demon, and one wouldn't even know how they died.

Seeing their leader so angry, the subordinates who had followed the Cycle Demon for many years pondered slightly and immediately understood what he was thinking.

He definitely wanted to fight!

Anyway, Area Two-Six-Five was now sealed off, and heavy losses were inevitable.

No one would be willing to escape without a fight.

These subordinates, who were good at reading the wind, quickly said:

"Lord Cycle Demon, our Area Two-Six-Five has now become like this, so why not just start a war with the natives? I don't believe that the natives can really stir up any waves! If they want to devour our Area Two-Six-Five, then they must be prepared to be devoured."

"I agree with this proposal. The situation is already a do-or-die situation. Fighting the natives will only expand the losses a little bit. We don't care about these extra losses now. We must make these natives pay the price and let them understand how foolish it is to provoke us."

"Hmph, the natives provoking us is definitely the most foolish act they have ever made. Maybe we can seize the opportunity to counterattack. Then everything of the natives will belong to us. Lord Cycle Demon, time is running out, give the order, and fight the natives at all costs!"

"We have to let the natives understand that they need to pay the price for doing something wrong. They have always been in a state of fleeing and surviving in the heavens and stars. Even as the second largest race in the heavens and stars, their deterrent power is pitifully small. Maybe after we counterattack, they will choose to withdraw their troops."

...The Cycle Demon's face showed a satisfied smile as he listened to his subordinates' words.

As expected of his subordinates who had followed him for so many years, they knew exactly what he was thinking.