Illusion glanced at him, a flicker of phantom light glinting in his eyes. His tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable certainty. "He won't be that confused."
"The Master's grand plan comes first. No one is allowed to act recklessly. Blaze has a fiery temper, but he knows what matters. He survived the brutal situation of the ancient war back then, so he still has that much restraint."
He paused, then added, "Giving him the central front also gives him something to do. The central army will definitely keep reinforcing its forces, and there will be no shortage of experts. That should be enough to keep him occupied."
Toxic Ferocity shrugged and stopped arguing.
He knew it too. Blaze looked reckless and violent, but in truth, he understood things better than anyone.
His loyalty to Zhong Shenxiu was also unmatched among the Six Great Black Hands. Back when Black Death Dragon fought the Four Great God King Dragons, the Dragon Fighting Plane shattered and the Dark Elephant Origin collapsed. Blaze had risked the disintegration of his own origin to forcibly protect a wisp of the Darkness Origin's Core Flame and escape alive. All so that one day, he could follow a new master and rebuild the glory of the Black Hand Clan.
A man like that would never ruin the Master's entire plan just because his hands itched for a fight.
"Fine, I suppose you have a point."
Toxic Ferocity shook his head. A wisp of dark green toxic mist emerged from his fingertips and curled around them. "I'll watch the southern front. Those hypocrites from the Holy Angel Clan are the biggest nuisance. I'll play with them slowly and make sure they can't sleep peacefully for a single day, yet can't find a shred of evidence against me."
"Watch your