The situation among the Demon Race was actually even worse. Different races were constantly slaughtering one another.
The Demon Race wanted to invade the Vast Wilderness Domain, so they dangled promises before certain races, telling them that conquering a bigger world would bring them more resources and end their need to slaughter each other.
But promises like that only held any weight when they were winning battles.
Once the front lines suffered repeated setbacks, quite a few demon lords would start thinking about returning to the Demon Domain.
It seemed that all he had to do now was cultivate slowly inside the Eternal Tower, wait for the situation on the front lines to change, then lie in wait in the Chaotic Demon Sea for returning demon lords, slay them, and devour their Great Daos to comprehend them.
"Let's take things as they come."
The Demon Race's turmoil was only just beginning. All it needed was time.
Another four months passed in the blink of an eye.
For the strong, four months might amount to a single bout of cultivation or a stretch of sleep. But several earthshaking events had taken place in the Chaotic Demon Sea.
The Senhu Clan had been wiped out.
Using the trace of aura he had left inside Jiang Shu, Black Dragon Demon Lord had grievously wounded him. Just as Black Dragon Demon Lord was about to summon the demon lords around him to hunt Jiang Shu down and make sure he was killed, he could no longer sense where the aura he had left behind was. Let alone find Jiang Shu and kill him.
As time passed, the hatred in his heart grew more and more intense, almost solid enough to pour out of him.
Just then, he heard that Senhu Demon Lord had died.