Upon receiving the jade slip left behind by Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong, Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun glanced over it and froze.
This jade slip had actually been left behind by Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong before the army set out.
Before marching with the army, Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong had sensed the workings of fate. Great misfortune. An ominous foreboding.
Just as a physician could not heal himself.
No matter how powerful the Devil Race's Prophet Demon Masters were, even Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Masters, they could at most gain a vague sense of their own fortune and calamity.
For precisely this reason, when the army departed, Prophet Demon Master Qi Hong had repeatedly urged his bonded Prophet Altar into action, sensing the workings of fate several times.
He left behind this jade slip, which could well be called a final testament, and entrusted it to his attendant boy.
If all was well with him, the jade slip was simply to be kept with care.
If he perished, it was to be immediately delivered to Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun at the first possible moment.
And merely the first entry in the jade slip made Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun's eyes moisten.
"If I should unfortunately perish, you must absolutely not raise an army in fury to avenge me. Regroup the troops, summon reinforcements, then fight again. Otherwise, you will surely suffer a crushing defeat and completely sever your chances of inheriting the throne!"
Yet the second entry in the jade slip gave Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun a shock.
"The one who kills me will surely be a hidden peerless genius of the Human Race, blessed with ancient primordial fortune. Your Highness must remember this old man's five strategies;