Xun Ling's words made the eyes of all the Devils light up.
As long as they could stall until the next wave of reinforcements arrived, everything would fall into place.
Within the Devil Race, status was directly tied to cultivation.
Not to mention a Nine Path True Demon—if even a five- or six-path True Demon arrived, Xun Ling would no longer be the highest commander here.
By then, if they suffered another defeat, the primary blame would fall upon the highest commander.
As long as the Devils of the Ming Shan Army followed orders, they would not bear too much guilt.
The Soul Devouring Demon praised the plan repeatedly. "Great Commander, this is an excellent plan. As long as the Heavenly Demon Ancestor sends more experts to support us, we'll be free of blame.
"So what should we do now? Wait here for the reinforcements to arrive?"
Xun Ling shook his head. "If we do that, the Ming Shan Army might be preserved, but all of us will face severe punishment.
"The Heavenly Dao Taboo we encountered this time is especially terrifying. It was very likely arranged by an Immortal Lord.
"Therefore, the reinforcements sent this time will include at least a Nine Path True Demon.
"One of the Nine Devil Ancestors may even come to the Qianyuan Realm in person.
"If we lost three True Demons yet gained nothing, the Devil Ancestor would destroy us before the Heavenly Demon Ancestor even had to speak."
Hearing this, everyone shuddered in unison.
The Devil Race's military laws were harsh. Losing troops and generals without earning the slightest military merit would, at best, result in one's soul scattering and spirit dispersing.
Ying Po hurriedly asked, "How should we proceed?"
Xun Ling sighed. "What else can we do? Risk our lives against the