"Hong, are you that confident that you actually dare to threaten my demon race?"
The demonic power around Mo Zun's body surged as he spoke. His words were laced with killing intent.
"Threatening your demon race is not a problem."
Hong sneered, "Believe it or not, the human race can specifically target the demon race. I'd like to see if your supposed allies will save your race in spite of the losses they will face."
Mo Zun's expression turned even colder.
"Hong, stop bluffing," Divine Lord Du laughed, "Do you really think that we're stupid enough to watch the demon race suffer alone?"
"Indeed, you won't, at least not in principle. However, even if the celestial race and immortal race want to rescue them, you'll have to sacrifice a few of your Nine Extreme Daoyuan realm and Freedom Daoyuan realm cultivators, you know," Hong said with a smile.
It was a tacit understanding.