"He's watching us?"
The Colorful-Wing Demon Emperor's voice changed. "Impossible! At such a critical point in Artifact Crafting, his mind should be completely immersed in the furnace flames. How could he have any attention left for the outside world?"
The Lizard Mountain Demon Emperor said grimly, "Unless he isn't giving Artifact Crafting his all!"
Those words were like a basin of icy water dumped over the hearts of every Devil Race Powerhouse present.
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor spoke slowly. "It's not that he isn't giving it his all. His method of Artifact Crafting is different from anything we know. He doesn't need to immerse his entire mind in the furnace flames. His Manifestations are sharing the burden!"
The Savage Bull Demon Emperor said urgently, "Then we should strike now more than ever! If his Manifestations are helping him craft, that means he has fewer helpers! Once they finish and can lend him a hand, won't he be even harder to deal with?"
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor shook his head.
"The time isn't right."
The Savage Bull Demon Emperor grew anxious. "My lord! If this isn't the time, what is? That brat is alone. We're hidden while he's out in the open. The Heavenly Demon Seven Kill Formation is already in place. If thirty-six True Devil Emperors strike together, even a Seventh-Turn Immortal Emperor would lose a layer of skin! What are we waiting for?"
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor turned his head, his dark-gold pupils settling on the Savage Bull Demon Emperor.
Just one glance.
The Savage Bull Demon Emperor stiffened, as though a Primordial Ferocious Beast had fixed its gaze on him. He swallowed every word on the tip of his tongue.
"What did you see?"
The Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor posed the question.
The Savage Bull Demon Emperor froze. "What?"