Chapter 1950: The Power of Fire God Zhurong!

The twelve Ancestral Wushen's abilities are indeed powerful, so powerful that even the demonic race now fears them.

Though they benefited from Luo Fu's influence, even if it's merely that, this time proves the twelve Ancestral Wushen aren't as weak as they thought.

It's as if the twelve Ancestral Wushen's abilities have been displayed, and their full potential has been unlocked.

"We must rise!"

Tian Wu and Weng Zi have also left; they went directly to coordinate with the Two Western Sages, hoping the Western Sages would show mutual respect and make concessions.

Clearly, Weng Zi's attitude will be more favorable; whether Jieyin and Zhunti act depends on themselves.

Weng Zi didn't know then, but after Tian Wu went with him to explain, they understood.

"That's quite a good thing!"

"True—if Tian Wu doesn't return, Weng Zi won't return either, and I can say it's all because of the Nine-Headed Bird Guiche."

Fire God Zhurong paid no attention to any of these matters.

The Nine-Headed Bird Guiche meant nothing to Fire God Zhurong; it was merely an ant-like existence.

If he wanted to practice his skills, Zhurong would surely seek out Guiche!

But whether Guiche appears depends on the demonic race's own capabilities—if the demonic race prevents his appearance, it will be extremely difficult for him to act as he wishes.

"A problem?"

"There are too many of the Wu clan's Twelve Ancestral Wushen; if we clash head-on, problems will surely arise!!"

Ji Meng said: "Whether we want to act or not is no longer our decision—we're now like Yingzhao and the others, only able to defend, not attack."

Feilian, though reluctant to agree, truly couldn't deny it.

With Luo Fu among the Wu clan, they're like tigers with wings; they aren't afraid of these people coming.

"Whether they want to or not, what needs to be done has been done. If they choose to act, it's best; if they don't, there's no need to ask further."

"I understand."

In any case, Feilian and Ji Meng absolutely cannot find Hong Yun right now, and if they want to find Hong Yun, they must observe carefully.

Hong Yun's location changes with circumstances, and they won't come here.

Ji Meng said: "If they want to act this way, then let them come!"

"Really?"

"We've found the opportunity since early on, but we still don't know if we can lure Hong Yun out—more importantly, whether the Twelve Ancestral Wushen have left behind personnel."

If the Twelve Ancestral Wushen leave personnel to aid Hong Yun, the demonic race has no chance of victory.

And they might very well be counterattacked.

This is precisely the point Ji Meng and Feilian now worry about most—they can't find any excuse.

The Demon Emperor didn't say this when helping them, but now, regardless of what they do, their willingness or unwillingness isn't tied to these two matters.

"We must give the Demon Emperor my lord a report," Ji Meng said. "We must find Hong Yun—if he's willing to join the demonic race, we must make him join!"

"How easy is that?"

Since learning of the grudge between Kunpeng and Hong Yun, Feilian shook his head—he truly believed all this was Kunpeng's fault.

And Kunpeng acted this way mostly because of his personal grudge, dragging the demonic race into it; otherwise, Luo Fu wouldn't have come to hate the demonic race.