"Your Majesty, the demon forces have been stirring at the slightest rumor. They've already devoured a large amount of the Devil Race's territory. If we move too slowly, I'm afraid the benefits will all be taken by the demon realm—or by several other Ghost Emperors." The Fengdu Ghost Lord below cupped his hands and spoke solemnly.
"What others obtain is their business. We need to focus on what we require and must not throw ourselves into confusion over someone else's gains.
"Just wait and see. Even with one Devil Emperor gone, the devil realm is no soft persimmon. Eat too fast, and you'll choke." The aged existence gave a faint laugh. "Continue hunting the Nethermirror Ghost Estate. Just focus on doing our own work."
"That batch of dragons in the Ghost Prison?" Doubt colored the Fengdu Ghost Lord's voice. They had gone to great lengths to capture those dragons, while countless elite members of the Ghost Race had died or been wounded. It would be a pity to simply release them.
However, the Dragon Race was immensely powerful. In particular, the Dragon Domain Lord's rate of improvement was utterly unreasonable. His momentum was now at its peak, already carrying the might of the Supreme Heavenly Dragon ruling several realms.
That man had pursued the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor all the way to the Moonshadow Wild Forest to avenge the blood feud of the Desolate Sea Dragon Race, accomplishing a feat that had shaken several realms. If the Moonmirror Empress slaughtered the dragons in the Ghost Prison, even if the Dragon Lord did not immediately come to the ghost realm, being remembered by such a powerful existence would certainly not be a good thing.
Even the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor had been slain. The Fengdu Ghost Lord could only look up