The Black Dragon Demon Lord's eyes suddenly darkened at the profound meaning behind the words of Daoist Monarch Wuji, and the fierce aura originally exuded began to gradually retract.

The overwhelming demonic power retreated like a tide, the trembling void returned to tranquility, and the sense of threat surrounding the hearts of the people from the Eight Great Sects also dissipated. Their tense cheeks relaxed slightly.

Only the Black Dragon Demon Lord himself, even with the intention to cease, continued to glare angrily at Daoist Monarch Wuji, Daoist Monarch Taicang, and others, his face full of gloom.

The two lords, Heavenly Dragon and Heavenly Phoenix, had noble bloodlines and extraordinary talent. They were always highly valued among the Demon Race, ranking even higher than some Demon Monarchs with ordinary bloodlines, but now they both perished, with no bones left.

Once this news returns to the tribe, it will surely incite the Demon Venerable's wrath, and even he himself may get embroiled.

Especially Lord Heavenly Dragon, whose bloodline surpasses even that of this Black Dragon Daoist Monarch. Should he advance to the Demon Lord Realm, his future status might even aspire to become a Demon Venerable.

Being killed right under his nose, losing his life, was difficult to justify.

"Damn it! Do I really have to swallow this insult!"

His mind teeming with thoughts, the Black Dragon Demon Lord's expression constantly shifted, unconsciously clenching his fists tightly.

"If we truly wait for the Masters of the Eight Great Sects to personally descend, I'm afraid our tribe will face tremendous pressure, and some forces within the Demon Race are still watching, invading and being invaded is entirely different. Now is not the time for a full-blown war with them."

"However..."

Then, the Black Dragon Demon Lord suddenly recalled something, and a glint flashed deep within his eyes. He covertly glanced at an old man with white eyebrows in a beast-patterned robe standing behind Daoist Monarch Wuji.

That was Daoist Monarch Bai Ze, sent by the Beast Taming Sect this time to oversee the situation at the Demon Sect relics, from the Vientiane Realm.

But at this moment, Daoist Monarch Bai Ze's brows were tightly furrowed, his expression uncertain, seemingly revealing a hint of anxiety, as if an extremely tricky problem had suddenly emerged. Surprisingly, he hadn't noticed the Black Dragon Demon Lord's covert gaze.

Seeing this, the Black Dragon Demon Lord could only grit his teeth and reluctantly give up.

"Hmph! Wuji, don't think you can scare our Demon Race by bringing out the Masters of the Eight Great Sects!"

"I will immediately send the news of the deaths of our two lords, Heavenly Dragon and Heavenly Phoenix, back to the tribe and ask the Demon Venerable to decide! I advise you, before inciting the wrath of our Demon Venerable, to honestly hand over the murderer who killed the two lords!"

"Otherwise, the Demon Venerable will surely come personally, an eye for an eye, blood for blood! By that time, your sects' talented elites will have to fend for themselves!"

With a sudden flick of his robe sleeves, the Black Dragon Demon Lord tossed harsh threatening words like a staunch declaration. Next, demonic power surged around him, and the black dragon phantom behind him roared towards the sky. The nine fierce demon beasts pulling the chariot also bellowed together, creating an earth-shattering momentum.

Demonic power broke through the void, the Black Dragon Demon Lord, with a gloomy face, drove the war chariot, leading several Demon Monarchs from the Demon Race behind him, straight into the space rift, his figure instantly vanished.

Only an indignant cold shout echoed in this world, lingering for a long time.

"Our tribe will never let this matter rest! You Eight Great Sects, watch out for yourselves!"

The teams of the Eight Great Sects stood at the forefront, Daoist Monarch Wuji and Daoist Monarch Taicang and others watched the gradually closing space rift from afar, their eyes revealing a slight relief.

For the Eight Great Sects, being able to temporarily scare off the Black Dragon Demon Lord was already enough.

However, the matter of a full-blown war with the Demon Race is of great concern. Once a battle is sparked, it means both Vientiane Realm Daoist Monarchs and Demon Monarchs will directly end up on the battlefield.

Even those in the Nirvana Realm, the True Monarchs, might suffer fatal casualties in such battles.

Given their positions within their sects, they find it hard to decide. They must report to the Supreme Sect Leaders for early preparations.

The moods of the Daoist Monarchs gradually settled, then they turned their gazes towards Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming of the Demon Sect, whose face was black as a pot's bottom.

Now, with the Demon Race's departure, only the Demon Sect remained facing the Eight Great Sects—Wuji, Taicang, and others—naturally, the previously arrogant demeanor decreased.

"Damn it! Those foolish creatures of the Demon Race! At such a crucial moment, they actually retreated, truly incapable!"

Internally roaring in frustration, Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming faced the icy gazes with increasing ferocity on his face, yet he quietly fostered retreat intentions.

Without the Demon Race's assistance, relying only on his power and the few Daoist Monarchs behind him, continuing to tangle with the Eight Great Sects evidently holds little chance of winning.

The Daoist Monarchs present are all pillars of their respective sects, having experienced years of ups and downs, with keen insight, naturally discerning Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming's current dilemma.

Daoist Monarch Taicang slightly narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and said calmly:

"Xuan Ming, since the Demon Race has retreated, all matters here are settled. Should you persist in your folly, then we are prepared to accompany you to the end."

As soon as the words fell, a vast pressure suddenly surged from Daoist Monarch Taicang's body, pressing towards the crowd of the Demon Sect!

Feeling the escalating aura from the former, Daoist Monarch Xuan Ming's figure trembled involuntarily. Seeing that if he didn't stop, he would fall into a siege by the Daoist Monarchs of the Eight Great Sects, risking death despite reluctance, he could only bite down the anger in his heart.

"Hmph! Taicang, you Eight Great Sects only know how to bully the weak!"

"This hatred will be recorded by our Demon Sect, and it will be avenged in the future!"