Chapter 972: Feeling Something's Off

The many Demon Emperors hate the Human Race with gritted teeth; now that they have such an opportunity, how could they possibly miss it?

They quickly selected two Demon Kings to lead the team, heading for Tianhong Guan.

On one hand, to thoroughly mock the Human Race; on the other, to seize the chance to open wide like a lion and discuss terms properly with the Human Race.

"On this trip, we must not lose the Demon Race's dignity, understand?"

"Demon Emperor, rest assured, I know what to do."

"Hmm, good. Remember, we must definitely make the Human Race produce enough sincerity."

"Yes."

That day, the demon race team led by the two Demon Kings set out, rushing all the way to the Human Race's Tianhong Guan.

In the minds of all the Demon Emperors, Tianhong Guan at this moment has surely become a hell on earth.

It is estimated that corpses have already piled up like mountains; even if the Human Race still holds out, they are surely struggling desperately.

After all, none of the other races intend to support them; relying solely on the Human Race to defend Tianhong Guan and block the Demon Race is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Along the way, the demon race team felt excited, finally able to vent some spite in front of the Human Race.

They even forwent rest along the way, just wanting to reach Tianhong Guan sooner so they could properly mock the Human Race.

However, when the two Demon Kings successfully led the team to Tianhong Guan, their eyes were filled with doubt.

Because they wanted to avoid the Demon Race, the demon race arrived at Tianhong Guan from the other side.

But standing outside the gate, there is not the slightest hint of a tense atmosphere—this really doesn't look like a place currently at war with the Demon Race.

Especially the few disciples guarding the gate, who were completely at ease, chatting leisurely there, two of them even holding a bamboo stick, idly picking their teeth.

"Phew, finally got a meal—you have no idea, I've been thinking about this meal for three days."

"Who isn't like that? These guys are getting crazier and crazier, and their progress is way too fast."

"Never mind that—my junior fellow disciple's movement technique is already perfected; clearly he only just reached Great Achievement, and before he never paid attention to cultivating his movement technique, now who knows what's going on."

"It's getting harder and harder to get a meal."

"The demon race has arrived."

Someone reminded them; hearing that, the few disciples finally turned their heads to look at the approaching demon race team.

They had long received the news that the demon race was returning, so they found nothing strange about it.

At this moment, the two Demon Kings arrived before the gate, seeing one after another Human Race disciple with red, glowing faces, and asked doubtfully.

"Um, has the Demon Race not attacked these past two days?"

"This really doesn't look like a war with the Demon Race at all—who could, at a time like this, still have a ruddy complexion and look even better than usual?"

"They're here."

In response, they casually replied, having just fought a battle with the Demon Race yesterday.

"More accurately, it should be that our Human Race again raided the Demon Race, bringing back a lot of food materials."

"If anything, the Demon Race really has been forced into a corner—from initially having no defenses at all, they now even set up guards in a sneaky way, mainly at night."

"No way, these Human Race folks just come at night, each time being extremely sneaky."

"But regarding that, the Human Race naturally has a solution—can a few measly guards really stop them?"

"Often, the first batch of food materials are those very guards."

"They've come? Hearing the answer from these few Human Race disciples, the two Demon Kings became even more doubtful—if the Demon Race has come, how could you be in this state?"

"Could it be that the demon race hasn't attacked? Or are they waiting for something?"

"That's the only explanation, and what does the contempt in your eyes mean?"

"They've traveled thousands of miles to get here, yet they haven't even had a chance to mock the Human Race—now instead they're being looked down upon by a few Human Race disciples."

"This is outrageous; that look of contempt in their eyes is utterly undisguised—seeing the two Demon Kings, they're left stunned one after another."

"No, you lot are currently facing the Demon Race, desperately needing our support—what do you look down on us for?"

"The two Demon Kings naturally don't know that the few Human Race disciples' contempt is entirely because they've found better food materials."

"Before, they thought the demon race tasted not bad, but after encountering the Demon Race, many Human Race folks realized that compared to the Demon Race, the demon race is nothing at all."

"Since they can't become tasty food materials, what's the point of me wasting words with you?"

"Right now, in the eyes of most Human Race cultivators, the demon race's value has greatly diminished."

"With Demon Race food materials, no one will bother thinking about the demon race anymore."

"Come with me, the Elders are already waiting."

After contacting the Elders above, a disciple blandly told the demon race team; hearing that, the two Demon Kings leading the team became even more doubtful.

"The situation of the Human Race seems completely different from what they imagined."

"Especially after entering Tianhong Guan, good grief, you're telling me this is what a wartime situation should look like?"

"All along the way, there were many Human Race cultivators coming and going; although many indeed had wounds, what's with those happy smiles on their faces?"

"You lot are supposedly at war, facing the Demon Race—who knows when the city will fall and the people die?"

"We've come all the way to this critical juncture—how can they still laugh?"

"Moreover, the happiness in those smiles is absolutely genuine, coming straight from the heart, completely not fake."

"Are these Human Race folks sick? How can they still laugh at a time like this?"

"Could it be that they've been driven mad by too much pressure?"

"Hearing a demon beast mutter softly, the two Demon Kings' eyes lit up—'Exactly, that's it.'"

"Obviously, it's because the pressure is too great, so many have been driven mad; otherwise there's no other way to explain it."

"No wonder—it was a false alarm; the Human Race's pressure isn't lacking, it's excessive, causing psychological issues."

"The two Demon Kings thought this way, their hearts involuntarily calming a bit—this makes sense, this matches what they imagined."

"But soon, upon seeing the three Great Saint Elders of the Three Holy Lands and hearing them speak, the demon race side was left bewildered again."

Only Yunluo Sacred Land, Yaochi Sacred Land, and Dao Yi Shengdi each dispatched a Great Saint powerhouse to receive the two demon emperors of the Demon Race.

The person from Dao Yi Shengdi was the Peak Master of Wen Yuan Peak, Mo Yun.

Upon seeing the two demon emperors of the Demon Race, Mo Yun spoke up.

"How come, your Demon Race is also being attacked by the Devil Race? Do you want us to lend a hand? This is somewhat difficult for you; without showing some sincerity, we will find it hard to offer assistance."

Huh???

Upon hearing this, the two demon emperors stood frozen in place—what the hell does this mean?

Shouldn't this be what we say? Our Demon Race wants you to support us? Support my ass.

Shouldn't it be your Human Race begging us for support?

Mo Yun was completely unaware of the problem with that remark, after all, no one had ever thought about who should provide support.

You're joking—this food isn't enough to eat each day, and yet you want other races to come support? That would make it even less enough to eat.