The Pride Devil Master let out a derisive snort, mockery on his face. "Hongjun? Hmph. He can barely save himself now—how could he have any spare strength to meddle in our affairs? Before the Devil Ancestor departed, he secretly transmitted a divine message: Hongjun has already been countered by the Heavenly Dao and cannot readily interfere in the Primordial World's war. At most, he can secretly aid the Seven Saints a little. He would never dare show himself openly and confront us head-on. Otherwise, would I dare so lightly kindle the flames of war? Hongjun would have long since cleaved me apart with a single heavenly punishment, body and soul utterly destroyed!"
The Gluttony Devil Master's eyes gleamed as he slapped the table and rose. "With no worries behind us, let us gather the demon army once more and slaughter our way into the Primordial World! Seize this land, and the Devil Ancestor will surely be greatly pleased!"
Yet the Pride Devil Master slightly furrowed his brow and said slowly, "It is only that the abilities Tai Shang displayed this time are difficult to discern, real or false. If we attack again in haste, I fear we may repeat the same mistakes."
"Big Brother wishes to first test Tai Shang's true depth, then decide whether to advance or retreat?" a Devil Master at his side asked.
The Pride Devil Master nodded. "Precisely. If he has truly ascended to the Heavenly Dao, this battle must be delayed for now. But if he remains in the realm of a Saint, we shall muster the troops at once and sweep south like thunder!"
The Sloth Devil Master suddenly spoke. "Big Brother, why be so cautious?"
"Oh?"
The Pride Devil Master turned to look at him, suspicion in his eyes. "Does Virtuous Brother have