Before breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he had only one chance left to act against the Demon Race.
If he did not act, then so be it. But if he did, he would cripple these demon kingdoms. Only then would they behave themselves for a period of time.
To accomplish this, his net had to be cast wide enough, and he also had to place sufficient pressure on the Demon Race—enough to make them feel that missing this opportunity would be a loss.
Therefore, these evil-path forces' strongholds could not yet be uprooted, lest he beat the grass and startle the snake. Once he had dealt with the Demon Race, dealing with these little shrimp would be as easy as turning over his hand.
"A fortress is most easily breached from within. And is an alliance any different? United in appearance but divided in heart, even if they join together, they are still a rabble.
How many trials can your already fragile trust withstand?" Song Changsheng murmured softly, already having a rough direction in mind.
Different bottom lines gave him the possibility of dividing them. Moreover, the side with the lower bottom line was also the stronger side, making it even easier to split them apart.
Of course, the Demon Race was not foolish. They would not simply rush headlong into a hole just because he opened one.
Those Demon Kings and Demon Lords were no less intelligent than the Human Race.
He had a direction now, but exactly how to carry it out still required long-term deliberation.
The instance of luring the snake out of its hole that had left the deepest impression on him was when Su Ding had tried to draw out the Black Dragon Demon King.
In that battle, every force in the Great