Chapter 347: You even... your own ancestor

Wise Tiger was very dissatisfied with the Black Tiger Demon King's answer. Is that what I asked? You believe what that Old Dragon King said?

He glared at him angrily. It had to be said that after being messed with by the Daoist One Sect repeatedly, the Black Tiger Demon King's prestige was swept away, and his status in Tiger Ridge had also dropped to freezing point.

Cold light flickered in his eyes. All of this was a gift from the Daoist One Sect, a gift from those two thieves.

The Rice-Eating Man, the Rice-Eating Fairy, I still remember you. None of you can run away. One day, I will tear you apart alive.

The Black Tiger Demon King gnashed his teeth, but no one cared about him. The other Demon Kings had already started discussing things.

They had been confronting the humans for several days. During this period, the humans had also launched several tentative attacks, but every time, under the command of the Wise Tiger Demon King,

their Tiger Ridge would retreat when the enemy advanced and advance when the enemy retreated.

Anyway, I just won't fight, but I won't leave either. Everyone just stares at each other like this, including other battlefields like Ape Mountain.

But now, the Old Long Wang over there is going to take action. Should we fight or not? A Demon King spoke up:

"We must fight, otherwise, even if we want to retreat now, the human side probably won't allow it."

"Yeah, not bad. The coastal camp now has at most tens of thousands of people, and the Water Tribe has hundreds of millions. Even a group of pigs could break the array, right?"

"I also think so. This time, that Old Long Wang shouldn't fail."

"We will contain the main human force on our side. Once the Old Long Wang breaks the array over there, he can rush directly to the human rear. By then, with a pincer attack from both sides, the humans will inevitably be defeated."

Although they didn't trust the Old Long Wang, the Demon Kings still thought they should fight.

After all, looking at the current situation of the coastal camp, don't say the Old Long Wang is unreliable; even if you let a pig go up to command, it would inevitably be able to break the array, right?

Hundreds of millions of Water Tribe members against tens of thousands of Daoist One Sect disciples, is there any reason for failure? No matter how you look at it, it's impossible.

Therefore, the coastal camp being broken was already a nail in the coffin, so everything had to proceed according to plan.

Besides, no matter how useless this Old Long Wang is, he has at least led the Water Tribe for so many years. He must have some real ability.

Now it's equivalent to meat being delivered to the mouth; it's impossible not to be able to eat it, right?

Following a discussion, finally, the Demon Kings reached a consensus: fight. Even Wise Tiger nodded in agreement, his inner suspicion greatly reduced.

Yeah, no matter how you look at it, there's no possibility of failure. What else is there to worry about?

Not only Tiger Ridge, but soon, other battlefields like Ape Mountain all decided to launch an attack together tonight to create an opportunity for the Old Long Wang.

Not knowing the changes on the Demon Race side, at this moment on the Tiger Ridge battlefield, Qi Xiong was looking at the map in front of him, muttering to himself:

"This battle, what the hell is this?"

It had been several days. The two sides were confronting each other here, but what does this Demon Race mean now? Fight, and they don't come. We humans go, and they run.

Don't fight, and they bring so many demon beasts to stand in front of you, and you don't dare to leave. It just stays in a stalemate like this.

Qi Xiong was simply speechless. What exactly are these Demon Races trying to do? Setting up a Dragon Gate Array?

This feeling of being stuck in limbo made Qi Xiong extremely annoyed. If you want to fight, then just be straightforward about it; if you don't want to fight, then get the hell back to Huling. What are you doing swaying back and forth in front of me?

Just as Qi Xiong was pondering what to do next, Wu Shou walked in with big strides.

"Senior Brother, there's movement on the Demon Race side. It's estimated they are going to attack."

Hearing that the Demon Race was going to attack, Qi Xiong actually felt a joy in his heart. Damn it, it's finally here!

He immediately had a murderous expression:

"Good, come well! This time I'll take care of them all together, let them run again!"

That night, great battles broke out all over the Eastern Continent. The great war between the two races officially began at this moment. The terrifying aftermath of the battle almost shrouded the entire Eastern Continent.

Ordinary people naturally felt terrified when facing such a great war, and at the same time, they prayed for the cultivators fighting on the front line.

After all, their lives were in the hands of these cultivators. Once the front line was defeated, the fate of these ordinary people could be imagined—they would undoubtedly fall into becoming blood food for the Demon Race.

Every time a great war between the two races broke out, the most tormented and fearful were these ordinary people.

There were those who worried, and naturally there were those who were happy. Those demonic cultivators, upon learning that the great war between the two races had broken out, all became excited.

Good, good! Fight well, fight as fiercely as possible. Once these famous righteous sects and the Demon Race fight until both sides are injured, they could come out and pick the fruits.

It was precisely because of this excitement that the demonic cultivators, who had always been hiding and dodging, all started to become restless at this moment.

It was as if they weren't worried about the encirclement and suppression of those famous righteous sects at all. Are you kidding? Right now, do you see those famous righteous sects having the energy to manage them?

Just as the great war between the two races completely broke out, inside the coastal camp, Hong Zun and the others weren't idle either.

Zhang Tianzhen handed array disks one by one to Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and the others, and earnestly exhorted:

"These are illusion arrays. Once triggered, they can change your appearance. Tomorrow, you guys disguise yourselves as us old guys to confuse the Water Tribe."

Letting Zhao Zhengping and the others disguise themselves as Hong Zun and the others couldn't be considered a very clever method.

In other situations, it certainly wouldn't be able to fool those Water Tribe Demon Kings. But now, because there was a great array blocking them in the middle, those Demon Kings couldn't see anything for a short time. As long as they didn't fight, it would definitely be fine.

Hearing Zhang Tianzhen's instructions, Zhao Zhengping and the others nodded heavily.

"Remember, just stand still and don't take action."