"Black Tiger isn't enough to win everyone over. If I went out there, I wouldn't be enough either..."
"Unless a demon beast capable of winning everyone over appears right now, there's no solution. I was still too naive."
"Without the bloodline of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts to make vast numbers of the Demon Race submit together, it would be all too easy for the Ancient Ten Absolutes to stir up conflict."
That was precisely what the Great Elder of the Extreme Sea meant...
They had thought the Ferocious Beast Emperor-Burial Technique could at least unite some of the demon beasts, dividing them into five or even ten major Demon Race factions.
But they had been naive. It had only just begun, and it was already about to fall apart.
The Demon Race powerhouses refused to submit to one another.
At that moment, driven by the three giant beasts, the doubts and accusations from demon beasts everywhere grew louder and louder.
Black Tiger's head was already buzzing from their words. Unable to bear it any longer... it roared!
That roar shook down every voice in the hall. Powerful beastly might spread outward, forcing countless demon beasts to shut their mouths.
Yet the giant crocodile continued to sneer...
"Black Tiger, you really are so powerful. If you've got the guts, kill us."
"Stop spouting that damned hypocritical nonsense about uniting the Demon Race. Kill us... show us your ambition."
In an instant, Black Tiger's tigerly might froze once more.
Killing these three giant beasts who were stirring up the crowd would be easy. Black Tiger dearly wished to kill them too, and it knew full well that they had been sent by the Ancient Ten Absolutes and the others to cause trouble. But if it killed them, the Demon Race