Qiong Jin Deity's heart was bleeding.
His only disciple with a hope to ascend to godhood had died just like that.
With less than a thousand years of life left, he had no assurance he could nurture another Divine.
"Qiong Jin," the Eastern Demon Deity said angrily, "I didn't want to see this happen either. My loss is substantial too. The Eight Directions Fire Realm Array... its value rivals that of a True God Instrument, and the treasures mortgaged to the Immortal Ruins Civilization were all provided by me."
This time, in terms of treasure loss, the Eastern Demon Deity suffered the most.
But he knew he was at fault and understood that all the war plans had been his idea, so he said nothing.
"War is always a risk," the Eastern Demon Deity stared at the other, "To gain something, one must take risks."
"Can treasures compare to my disciple's life?" Qiong Jin Deity retorted.
"Both of you stop quarreling," the Bei Yue Deity said coldly. "Think about how to deal with Dongfang Ji."
