After careful consideration, Fangxun had everything arranged clearly.
He had sensed that the Human Race's Fire Master was in a dire situation and seemed destined to suffer an unprecedented, devastating attack, teetering on the brink of destruction... This was the crucial moment to snatch victory from the flames.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it!
He would be that oriole!
Of course, in this day and age, being an oriole was not easy.
After all, when all was said and done, the balance of power between the Dragon Master, the Demon Court, and the Fire Master was not arranged in the order of oriole, mantis, and cicada.
In terms of pure combat power, the Demon Court was the strongest of the three in a one-on-one fight!
Backstabbing and critically striking such an opponent was no easy task.
The timing had to be perfect!
The situation had to be judged with precision!
He could not act too slowly, only arriving after the Demon Court had annihilated the Fire Master, then crashing headfirst into the Demon Court as it cleaned up the battlefield and losing the element of surprise.
Nor could he act too soon and alert the Demon Court, delaying its original plan. The result would be the Dragon Master mobilizing a massive force only to accomplish nothing—a truly embarrassing outcome... And if things went especially badly, the Demon Court might decide to turn the tables and set an ambush of its own. Then the Dragon Master would be in for a miserable time!
This was a judgment of timing and an assessment of the situation among humans, dragons, and demons. It was no simple matter.
Still, Fangxun had some confidence.
That confidence was not founded on himself, but on the Fire Master.
After all, he had