The only good Asura was a dead Asura? Silver Horn gave a bitter smile. "But... the passageway has a time limit!"
"If we leave the Nourishing Space and hide in Chaos, we can at least preserve some Fire Seeds... Please reconsider, Senior."
"You want me to reconsider... Are you worthy?" Yi Jue sneered. The next moment, Silver Horn's head exploded again.
This time, however, she did not use her Divine Thought. She merely raised a jade finger and lightly tapped it—her Divine Thought was still not very stable.
Then she said flatly, "Send someone who knows how to talk!"
The sole remaining Silver Horn's mouth twitched violently, and its eyelids kept jumping.
But in the end, it still stepped forward and cupped its hands. "Senior, I know how to talk."
"How is Nande Space now?" Yi Jue made no promises and simply asked directly.
She did not mention cooperation or anything of the sort. She merely stated, "Answer, or die!"
"It is... still the same, I suppose," Silver Horn answered respectfully. "A few members of the Nande Tribe survived by chance because they were away. Aside from them, the entire space is empty."
After a pause, it carefully added, "We discovered that the puppets there were gone, so we wanted to relocate some of our kin there."
The Asuras' Nourishing Spaces were generally developed independently by individual tribes. The Nande Tribe had been wiped out, leaving behind only a scattered few. They simply could not stop other tribes from forcibly seizing their territory. Such things were all too common in Ashura World.
But Silver Horn did not dare think that way, because it knew that although the space had stabilized, it was only because Human Race cultivators had intervened.
By the usual logic of Human Race cultivators, Nande Space was