"Brother Ye, what do you think of the Demon Race's current situation?" the White Tiger Demon Emperor asked, looking at Ye Zhen.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Zhen leaned back slightly. "The Demon Race of the Taimeng Demon Realm has now invaded the Primordial Continent along four routes. They have already seized six or seven provinces, and their momentum is as fierce as a tiger, as steady as a boulder.
"Moreover, Great Zhou is splitting apart, the Devil Race is drawing its attention, and the Water Clan is scattering Great Zhou's military strength. The Demon Race has truly struck at the right time.
"The Demon Race's momentum is like flowers piled upon brocade, like oil poured upon raging flames!"
"What a 'flowers piled upon brocade, oil poured upon raging flames'!" The White Tiger Demon Emperor gave a self-mocking laugh before letting out a long sigh. "I am a crude man and do not understand the splendor of your human writings, but I do know that once flowers bloom to their fullest, they wither and decay.
"When oil feeds a blazing fire, its flames may burn brilliantly for a time, but they will swiftly turn downward as well."
With the White Tiger Demon Emperor's sigh, his meaning was already clear without words.
He was worried about the Demon Race's future.
Ye Zhen gave the White Tiger Demon Emperor a rather surprised look. Having such an understanding meant he was one of the clear-headed ones among the Demon Race.
Still, with that old fox Tu Zheng around, it was only natural.
Just as Ye Zhen had said, the Demon Race was riding the tide now. Great Zhou's attention was not on the Demon Race at all.
Great Zhou was currently focused on the Devil Race and the internal conflicts caused by