Black let out a long sigh.
Cold sweat broke out on Blood Demon Bradwell's and Christian's backs at the same time.
Because the scenario Black had described could absolutely come true!
Would the Succubus guard against a surprise attack from them?
Without question, she would!
Then Black's warning might well come true: their ambush would fail, leaving them attacked from both front and rear.
When that happened, their Blood Demon Domain would likely become easy prey.
The others in the Blood Demon Domain might still be able to surrender and scrape by.
But Blood Demon Bradwell himself—his divine core—would certainly become something the Undead Demon God and the Succubus fought over.
Obtaining the Blood Demon's divine core would allow them to create another Demon God!
One who would obey their every command, at that!
As for being unable to advance any further after becoming a Demon God through a divine core?
Advancing beyond the level of a Demon God was incredibly difficult to begin with.
In all these years, the demon race had produced only one Progenitor Lord.
Who else could break through by their own efforts?
Blood Demon Bradwell shuddered at how close he had come to disaster.
Christian, meanwhile, turned to Black.
"Since you've spotted the flaws in this proposal, I imagine you already have a better idea?"
Black looked hesitant.
"I do have an idea, but... but I dare not speak it."
The more Black hemmed and hawed, the more curious the Blood Demon and Christian became.
What idea could make even the usually bold Black afraid to speak?
In the end, Blood Demon Bradwell made the decision.
"If you have a good idea, speak freely. I will pardon any offense!"
"Then... then I'll say it."
Black took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stamped his