Di Jun's eyes flashed.
A fight seemed like a pretty good idea.
Although his benevolent corpse wasn't very powerful, if he retrieved the spiritual treasure, he would have no problem dealing with Zhu Rong.
He was sure to win. That way, the Demon Race wouldn't lose face, and the situation could be resolved.
At that moment, the other Demon Race powerhouses also looked toward Di Jun.
They clearly thought it was a good plan.
Zhen Yuanzi, in particular, smiled and gave Hong Yun a thumbs-up, clearly praising him.
However, Li Mo, standing to the side, frowned deeply.
[What kind of rotten idea is Hong Yun coming up with?]
[Who is Jun Ge? He's the leader of our Demon Race, the Heavenly Emperor of Heaven!]
[His position isn't on the same level as Zhu Rong's.]
[If he makes a move, Dijiang won't just stand by and watch.]
[Dijiang is more or less a match for Jun Ge.]
[But if that happens, Jun Ge, with only one benevolent-corpse clone, won't stand a chance against Dijiang.]
[He'll definitely lose! This won't work.]
Hearing this, Di Jun, who had been about to act, felt his heart skip a beat.
It was fortunate he hadn't made a move. Li Mo's analysis made sense.
Thinking this, he glanced at Li Mo with an embarrassed look.
When it came to analyzing the situation, he was clearly far inferior to his fifth brother.
If Li Mo had any desire to usurp the throne, the Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor would surely be replaced—and Li Mo would undoubtedly have a large number of supporters.
He raised an eyebrow and didn't respond to Hong Yun.
Instead, he looked toward Li Mo and sent him a voice transmission. "Fifth Brother, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Li Mo turned and looked back