Beneath the high platform.
The Two-Tailed Shadow Cat looked at the four Great Perfection Demon Kings above, who were chatting with great delight, and wavered in his heart. For him, if he could place his bet in advance on the future Saint Lord of the Northern Lands Demon Clan...
That would bring the greatest benefit to the Demon Cat Clan. Waiting until the result came out before going to pledge allegiance was nothing more than following the crowd; it would not even count as adding flowers to brocade.
But if he bet wrong...
There would be no need for the Saint Lord to say a word; his clan would be treated with hostility and suppressed. The Demon Cat Clan's current situation was, in truth, a microcosm of the entire Demon Clan. Without a powerhouse capable of bearing the cauldron, they could only attach themselves to other forces.
Just like the sect-guarding spirit beasts sent to the various Hegemon Forces.
The Demon Cats had chosen to attach themselves to a relatively public commercial organization like Gold Abundance Pavilion.
There were quite a few mid-sized clans that had made the same choice as them. Now that the internal forces of the Northern Lands Demon Clan were being reshuffled, a choice inevitably had to be made.
He was currently torn between choosing the Sky Roc King or the Five-Colored King.
As for the Thunder Kirin King and the Fire Crow King, they were not even within the scope of consideration. The former's racial discrimination was far too severe, while the latter had long been used to going his own way; neither was suited to be Saint Lord.
As he pondered, the situation on the platform began to change.
A fierce quarrel broke out. The expressions of the upper four Demon Kings had all