Could princes and generals be born to their stations?
The moment he heard those eight words, the Devil Ancestor's blood ignited.
Though reality had gradually worn down his sharp edges, he was still the ancestor of the Demon Madness Race, still a man who had once laid out grand schemes.
As long as the man did not die,
his heart remained.
Seeing the sharpness gradually return to the Devil Ancestor's eyes, Jun Changxiao said, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I hope you can work with me and turn everything upside down!"
He
meant the Star Spirit Realm.
In fact, after Jun Changxiao removed the Soul Bomb from the Devil Ancestor's head, allowing him to survive and regain his freedom, he had been discussing a plan with the higher-ups.
"Sect Master."
Liu Sinan said, "Since we have learned how the Star Spirit Realm controls the Servant Corpses, why not help them break free of their shackles, then use their strength to overthrow this plane?"
"Good point!"
Jun Changxiao wholeheartedly agreed.
If they went head-to-head, never mind whether they could win—they would certainly pay a painful price. The Servant Corpses numbered enormously in the Star Spirit Realm and lived like slaves. He could completely rescue them and use them to contend against the Star Spirit Realm.
"Dogshit bastard!"
Little Duo cursed, "Using Servant Corpses as cannon fodder—you really have no morals at all!"
Don't laugh.
He really could say something like that.
Because he stood at the pinnacle of black spots. No matter how he viewed Jun Changxiao, no matter what Jun Changxiao did, he always believed it was wrong.
But what was the truth?
The Star Spirit Realm controlled so many souls, forcibly placing them into corpses and controlling them. Surely none of them had volunteered. Bound by