Demon Clan Camp, Command Center.
Little Demon Emperor Cheng Tuo, with a face iron-blue, sat in his place, emanating a thick murderous aura, solid enough to suffocate someone.
In front of Cheng Tuo were a group of senior members of the Demon Race, each with a similarly grave expression.
"Great One, what do we do now? Shall our army strike back at the Demon God Temple?"
Cheng Tuo said in a deep voice, "Firstly ascertain the situation of the opponent; do not act rashly."
Someone asked, "Does this matter have anything to do with the Immortal Realm?"
Cheng Tuo shook his head, "Do not speculate wildly. My master has already communicated to me; he met with the Immortal Emperor previously, feigned a dispute, and fought intensely, but in reality, both restrained their power—it was all an act to lure out the hidden adversary behind this. In fact, they were not injured; all of it was a setup."
The demons suddenly understood, their faces revealing expressions of surprised joy.
