Chapter 1898: The Nine-Headed Bird Gui Che Is Wounded!

The Peng limped into the Demon Court, and seeing the silent demons there, he spoke first with his thoughts.

But the Emperor was not in the mood to listen to the Peng now, so he told him to step down and wait in the side hall later.

Dong Huang Taiyi said: "Why not have the Peng think of a way to summon the Luo Fu Saint? If Luo Fu Saint could come over to our side, it would be even better!"

"If Luo Fu Saint refuses to join our demon race, even if we convince him not to aid the Witch Clan, our demon race will have a chance at victory!"

Upon hearing Dong Huang Taiyi's words, Di Jun furrowed his brows tightly.

He was reluctant.

One of his Jin Wu's wings had been broken by Luo Fu himself; Di Jun harbored resentment and anger inside.

"Is Luo Fu a Saint?"

"That's right!"

Dong Huang Taiyi could not have misread the sensation, and Luo Fu was a Great Luo Jinxian!

He sighed and said: "Now is not the time to make an enemy of Luo Fu. The Witch Clan and our demon race are already mortal foes; we don't need another enemy."

"Everything is uncertain."

Who could have imagined that just days ago, our demon race had just won a great victory over the Witch Clan and thought this battle might end early?

But in just a few short days, our demon race has been severely weakened, and we have no choice but to retreat and avoid the Witch Clan's锋芒.

Everyone in the Honghuang knows the reason for all this is Luo Fu.

But the Three Pure Ones have not intervened!

Nor have the people of Zi Xiao Palace shown themselves!

All we can do is bear it ourselves; Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi cannot bear it alone—in just these few days, the Witch Clan's strength has nearly doubled.

If they continue like this, this great war need not be fought—the Witch Clan has already won.

But how easy is it to win over Luo Fu?

…

In Ling She Valley.

Feilian had been following Gui Che the Nine-Headed Bird all along; Gui Che found Feilian nagging and never wanted him tagging along, but he had no choice—it was the Emperor's order.

"Feilian, just watch from the side. Don't interfere with me," Gui Che said irritably.

Feilian didn't want to respond, only shot him a glare, and stayed beside him.

Ling She Valley seemed different from how he remembered it, and he could sense a faint, elusive aura.

"Gui Che, be careful—there may be traps nearby."

"Impossible!"

Gui Che refused to believe it; even if there were traps, he could burn them away with his fire-controlling art.

Seeing Gui Che's attitude, Feilian knew he didn't believe him, but since he had come along, he could only watch over Gui Che.

Indeed, after flying a stretch of road, they discovered a barrier above Ling She Valley—a barrier like a formation.

"There's a formation!"

"Watch out!"

The moment Feilian spoke, Gui Che was blasted back by the formation, thrown nearly three li away.

When Feilian rushed over, Gui Che was already wounded—he spat out a mouthful of blood beside him.

Gui Che had been arrogant to begin with; now his frustration burned even hotter. "Cunning Witch Clan! Do you think such tricks will scare our demon race?"

"Pah!"

"Have the guts to fight us openly!"

After being wounded, the Nine-Headed Bird Gui Che was filled with rage—he refused to believe this tiny Witch Clan formation could drive him back.

In the past, the demon race's formations were the strongest in the Honghuang; the Witch Clan's were not even worth mentioning.