Chapter 1245: Why Is There No News?

After Yun Xiantai went to the five major battlefields for a stroll, the demon race had completely lost hope.

In Bo Xun's impotent fury, the demon race ultimately still lost.

Moreover, because Yun Xiantai had made preparations early, the five demon caves were completely sealed off, and those demons who wanted to escape also failed.

Come on, these are all food ingredients; when dealing with ingredients, all the tribes of Haotu World take it seriously.

We absolutely cannot let a single ingredient slip out from under our noses.

In despair, many demon race ingredients died, and many were captured alive.

After the battle at the final battlefield ended, Bo Xun's plan to counterattack Haotu World this time was also thoroughly declared a failure.

This battle was on a large scale, so cleaning up the battlefield is also a troublesome matter.

The numerous demon race prisoners and corpses all need to be dealt with.

However, the tribes of Haotu World have no objection to this at all; from now on, these are all food.

But at this moment, those demon cultivators hiding in the dark have begun to doubt life a little.

Originally living a hard life, they, upon hearing that the demon race launched a major invasion of Haotu World, heaven knows how happy they were at that moment.

In their view, the demon race was certain to be able to take Haotu World in one fell swoop, after all, the Demon Emperor himself had personally taken action.

If Haotu World could come under the demon race's rule, then wouldn't they be taking off right where they stood?

But they hadn't been happy for long before, with Bo Xun's defeat, the demon race also collapsed into disarray.

Upon learning that the demon race had been utterly defeated, these demon cultivators felt a mixed bag of emotions.

"This won't work?"

"Even the Demon Emperor's move doesn't work?"

For a moment, many demon cultivators felt that the faith in their hearts had cracked open; Demon Emperor, ah, the Demon Emperor personally acted and still lost—what's going on?

They have always lived in Haotu World, being natives of Haotu World; how could they not know how formidable Haotu World is?

Even the Demon Emperor personally acting can't be controlled—this isn't a joke, is it?

Moreover, since even the Demon Emperor lost, their future days will probably be even harder.

"Can the demon race really manage?"

"Are you doubting the Upper Tribe?"

"No, I................"

Especially some demon cultivators who have just stepped onto the demonic path are now beginning to question themselves.

Setting foot on the demonic path—is it truly the correct choice?

Although the seniors had hyped the demon race up to be godlike, claiming supremacy over heaven and earth, damn it, it doesn't look like that at all.

The Demon Emperor came, but what does that matter? In the end, it's still a crushing defeat.

They indeed chose the demonic path because of low talent, but now this path seems unusable; it feels like a dead end.

Faced with the doubts of these new demon cultivators, the older generation of demon cultivators feel complicated and utterly helpless.

Under these circumstances, trying to coax someone into joining the demonic path is downright exhausting.

If it weren't for having no other option, who the hell would want to be a demon cultivator, constantly hiding east and west?

These days, the older demon cultivators have spared no effort to bring in this little bit of fresh blood, enabling their demonic cultivators to develop.

But Bo Xun's defeat is like cutting off their retreat.

It makes those who have just joined the demonic path shortly ago directly develop doubts, and now they don't know what to say.

And if their demonic cultivators never receive fresh blood, then even without the Three Holy Lands taking action, they would likely perish themselves.

After all, the older demon cultivators are bound to die; without newcomers, who will the demonic path's inheritance be passed to?

Now the demonic path in Haotu World is truly something even a dog wouldn't bother to glance at; this defeat adds insult to injury.

In any case, the older demon cultivators as a whole now want to cry but have no tears, yet there's nothing they can do.

Even the Demon Emperor lost; what can they do? They can only hide deeper, so as not to be discovered by the Three Holy Lands.

The battlefield cleanup continues, with numerous demon race prisoners and corpses being continuously escorted to Dao Yi Shengdi.

Meanwhile, inside the Demon Realm, it's all calm and peaceful, everyone awaiting Bo Xun's return.

Yi Qi was in charge of holding down the rear; during this period, nothing much happened.

The other several Demon Emperors that Bo Xun worried about most also showed no abnormality during this time.

Yi Qi, on the other hand, managed to enjoy a rare spell of tranquility.

Moreover, thinking of being valued by Bo Xun, Yi Qi's mood is also not bad; their daily life passes very comfortably.

However, as time passed, Yi Qi gradually noticed something off.

"How many months has it been?"

"Almost three months."

Inside the hall, Yi Qi muttered softly, and a demon god below responded.

At this point, Yi Qi's subordinates have only three demon gods left; Bo Xun's promise to dispatch demon race warriors for them remains unfulfilled, to be discussed after taking Haotu World.

Hearing this from their subordinate demon god, Yi Qi frowned slightly.

It's almost three months, yet there's not a word from the Demon Emperor—this shouldn't be.

Logically, after this long, they should have already taken Haotu World, right?

Even if they hadn't taken it, they should at least have sent a message back.

But right now there's not a bit of news—this is unreasonable.

Could something have happened? A jolt to the heart, Yi Qi unconsciously thought of that, but as soon as the idea arose, they directly shook their head to reject it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible for there to be any mishap; Haotu World has no Emperor Sovereign Realm expert holding the fort.

The Demon Emperor's move isn't wanton slaughter—how could there be an accident?

Perhaps it's because things went too smoothly; the Demon Emperor got overconfident, so he didn't bother with these trivialities?

Yes, that must be it.

Yi Qi comforted himself; the more he thought, the more reasonable it seemed—impossible for an accident to happen, absolutely impossible.

This time he personally led the reconnaissance team; the intelligence was fine.

Again the Demon Emperor personally took action—this battle is sure to win.

Even now he hasn't realized; the main reason for the defeat is because of his Yi Qi's intelligence.

Such a big Emperor Sovereign Realm, Yi Qi actually knew nothing about it—that led to Boshi's defeat and the demon race's great loss.

Yi Qi is still waiting for Bo Xun's great triumphant return; after all, Bo Xun achieved a great victory, so his rewards are naturally indispensable.

By then becoming a favored one beside the Demon Emperor, he would truly skyrocket.

In his heart he still thought of good things; Yi Qi also thought to wait a bit longer.

After all, taking down a world is just the beginning; there are many trivial matters ahead.

The resources of a world need to be plundered, the Human Race needs to be dealt with, and there's Bei Zun too—demon traitors need to be found.

These are matters; it's normal for them to take a bit longer.

Yi Qi gave himself countless reasons; thinking this way, his heart settled again—he doesn't need to do anything now, as long as he follows the Demon Emperor's orders and peacefully watches over home, that's enough.

Then it's just comfortably awaiting ennoblement, waiting to soar to great heights.

In his heart he calmed down again; Yi Qi gave a faint smile.

"Really, I was overthinking."