Morale was somewhat low, and some looked toward the distant Heavenly Court with eyes filled with hatred.
The war had taken a heavy toll on the Demon Clan, and many had lost comrades and brothers in the conflict, the flames of hatred fiercely burning in their hearts.
"We've lost the position!" a monster said softly, his words tinged with a hint of despair.
Shituo King turned his head to look at the monster, a kind smile appearing on his blood-stained face.
"Discouraged by such a minor setback, have you forgotten who our opponent is?"
"The Heavenly Court has dominated the Three Realms for many years, ruling since time immemorial with countless Immortals and resources flowing into it. Did you really think we could easily defeat such an opponent?"
"Perhaps the recent victories have blinded you, breeding a sense of arrogance; otherwise, fighting to this extent should make you proud."
