Inside the great hall.
Once again plunged into a deathly silence.
A sense of powerlessness pervaded the bodies of Ditian and Bai Ze, making them feel choked, almost unable to breathe.
What to do?
If the Qin Dynasty launched an attack, what could they do?
The demon race, inheriting since the ancient chaotic era, would it now face extinction?
They are unwilling to accept this fate!
Suddenly, as if he recalled something, Bai Ze said grimly, "Your Majesty, perhaps there is a way to resist the Qin Dynasty's attack, though it is somewhat cruel!"
Ditian's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and he urgently asked, "What way?"
"Set up a complete form of the 'Zhou Tian Star Formation'!"
