Not long ago, they had still been fighting.
Now they were throwing a barbecue party right in the canyon.
This was indeed utterly incomprehensible.
That peeping phantom of Black Decay would probably have its CPU fried by this.
Zong Shen's strategy was simple.
The more anxious you were, the less he cared.
The worst-case scenario was that he gave up on this demi-plane Ruins.
Compared to the vast lands and countless Ruins of the Endless Continent, this place was nothing.
Everyone had read the story of a monkey entering an orchard.
The lesson of dropping a watermelon to pick up sesame seeds was right before them.
If he could drag things out, he would; if not, he would leave.
That was his truest thought at the moment.
Since being idle was still being idle, he might as well throw a barbecue party and treat it purely as a way to pass the time.
As for whether the unknown demon would come out to fight, Zong Shen cared even less.
When it came to fighting, when had he, Zong, ever chickened out?
That fellow named Black Decay had clearly broken free from its seal.
The seal arranged here back then was no simple matter.
Even if Black Decay had managed to break free, its strength must have been greatly diminished.
That much was clear from how it hid itself and sneakily spied on them through a projection.
If that Black Decay truly had the confidence to deal with Zong Shen and the others, there would have been no need for all these fancy tricks.
Wouldn't it have saved time and effort to just charge in and fight head-on?
After all, every conspiracy stemmed from insufficient strength.
Don't say it was for tactical reasons.
The very need to consider tactics came from