At this moment, in the shadows of the Castle, Xia Ping concealed his aura with the power of the Formless Mask and hid nearby, quietly listening to the meeting of these immortal demons.
Nor did any immortal demon discover Xia Ping's traces.
"They actually want to erode the entire Illusion Race? That absolutely cannot be allowed. Otherwise, it will surely give the Abyss World a tremendous boost. These immortal demons must be stopped."
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
Though he was alone and could not contend against the entire Abyss World by himself, dealing with these immortal demons—delaying their plans for a while—would be effortless.
Moreover, if he could kill these eight immortal demons and completely refine them into Immortal Fruits, his cultivation would immediately rise to the peak of the Lightning Tribulation Realm, saving him an incalculable amount of cultivation time.
At this point, he no longer wanted to focus on gradual development for the time being. He would first break through to the Immortal Realm.
Once his strength grew powerful enough, capturing however many immortal demons he wanted would be effortless.
"Alright. I will report the contents of this meeting to the general and let him know our decision. Corroding the Illusion Race cannot be delayed. I believe the general will agree with our opinion and take action at once."
At that moment, the immortal demon with purple horns rose to its feet and declared the meeting over. It acted with swift decisiveness, without the slightest trace of dawdling.
"Then we'll leave it to you."
The other seven immortal demons nodded. They too agreed with this arrangement.
"An opportunity!"
A cold glint appeared in Xia Ping's eyes. He sensed that this was the moment when the eight immortal demons were at their