The demonic races all loved and craved battle as well as chaos. In truth, they weren't that much different from humans, and would fight for their respective powers. This time around, so many different demons appeared in the Desolate Mountains and were actually so united. From this, one could tell that something major was really going to happen, resulting in this temporary alliance.
"Invading the immortal realms?" The expressions of everyone turned unsightly. They didn't have a clear understanding of the Desolate Ten Thousand Mountain Range's strength level, and didn't know if they were stronger or weaker in comparison. If a war truly occurred, the entire immortal realms would be thrown into devastation, the land ravaged by the demonic beasts. This will especially be so for the northern regions, they would encounter the strongest attacks and their endings would definitely be miserable. Even if they finally obtained victory, it would be a pyrrhic one.