Returning to the Clan

Liuli's eyes flickered as she weighed the credibility of Song Changsheng's words. She had exchanged blows with Song Daoling head-on, and more than once at that.

During the last counteroffensive, the Color Scale Clan had dispatched two Demon Kings, herself included. She was at the Fourth-Tier Mid Grade, while the other was at the Fourth-Tier High Grade.

Even working together, the two of them had failed to gain much advantage against Song Daoling. Now Song Changsheng claimed that he had severely wounded Song Daoling on his own; her first reaction was naturally doubt.

"Are you trying to make our clan fight the Brocade Banner to the death, so that you can reap the fisherman's profit?" Liuli said flatly.

After dealing with the human race for so many years, the Sea Race's intelligence network had become highly refined. Naturally, she understood the predicament currently facing the Wangyue Song Clan in the East Sea.

They had to confront the Sea Yaksha Clan from the front while constantly guarding against the Brocade Banner stabbing them in the back.

If they wished to escape this predicament of being attacked from both front and rear, the simplest and fastest solution was to eliminate the Brocade Banner—or at least find a way to tie them down.

It could be said that if the Colorful Qilin Clan's counteroffensive had not held back the Brocade Banner, the East Sea Alliance could never have cultivated this region in peace.

"Where does that come from, Fellow Daoist? Strictly speaking, we are allies. Deceiving you would bring no benefit to the alliance as a whole."

"As far as This Seat knows, aside from Song Minghuang, the Brocade Banner currently has only Song Daoling worth mentioning. If you severely wounded him, why did you not press your victory and settle the grudges