Great Demon King Ice Flood Dragon sank into deep thought. He had only known before that the Extreme Cold Ice Plains were incomparably vast.
Ten thousand years ago, he had ventured deep into the ice plains many times, yet never discovered their boundary.
The Demon Race was unlike the human race; they did not enjoy recording every little thing.
Therefore, he had no records left behind by his ancestors in hand.
He could not say exactly how vast the Extreme Cold Ice Plains were.
The ice plains Demon Race had long adapted to the environment of the Extreme Cold Ice Plains. If Wang Daoyuan dared to venture deep into them, the several Great Demon Kings might not be unable to defeat him by joining forces.
So long as they could defeat Wang Daoyuan, the ice plains Demon Race could preserve its vitality.
No matter how formidable a Nascent Soul peak cultivator was, what could he do? At most, after two thousand years, he would become a mound of yellow earth.
Once he died, the Demon Race could make a comeback. That was not impossible.
But he had never considered what they should do if Wang Daoyuan truly broke through to Deity Transformation.
Though Early Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul Peak were separated by only a hair's breadth, their strength was truly as far apart as heaven and abyss.
Unless one was a peerless genius seen only once in ten thousand years, a Nascent Soul Peak was like an ant in the hands of a Deity Transformation Cultivator.
Wang Daoyuan had been able to kill Great Demon King Silver Peng while only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Once he reached Nascent Soul Peak, no one in the Demon Race would dare fight him.
If he truly reached the Deity Transformation