The Shadow Demon had clearly seen the doubts in these human grandmasters. It coughed and said, "I know what you're suspicious of, but Lord Xia told me to say this: if he wanted you dead, he wouldn't need to do anything at all. He'd only need to stand by and watch you die. There'd be no need to go out of his way to set a trap. That would be like taking off his pants just to fart."
Its words were crude, but direct.
Yet Wu Quan and the others found them quite convincing. Indeed, as long as Xia Ping remained unmoved and ignored the aliens' threats, they would be as good as dead. Would he really need to waste effort plotting against them?
Even so, a faint unease lingered in their hearts. After all, they had harmed Xia Ping. If someone said there was nothing fishy about this, few of them would truly believe it.
"Of course, this is the camp of the Five Great Races, guarded with extreme vigilance. It would be utterly unrealistic for me alone to get you out."
Ignoring the human grandmasters' thoughts, the Shadow Demon continued, "So Lord Xia has devised a plan. Three nights from now, he will attack the Five Great Races' temporary camp and slaughter these aliens until not a single piece of armor remains intact and blood flows into rivers."
"Perhaps you don't yet know that Lord Xia deliberately reached an agreement with these aliens, claiming he would give them three days to consider. In truth, those three days are meant to lull them into lowering their guard."
"Once the time comes, our army will press down upon the border, flatten this camp, and catch them completely off guard."
"And when the time comes, you will break out from within