"Everyone understood this in their hearts. If the Human Race got serious, then even if our five Sect Masters joined forces and brought out every last bit of our foundation, we still wouldn't be a match for them."
A Shadow Clan True Lord below shook his head and spoke slowly. The Human Race, Demon Race, and Asura Clan were known as the three greatest races of the Eastern Continent—this was no empty boast.
Was the Demon Race powerful? Extremely powerful. If the Demon Race wanted to deal with the Shadow Clan, it would take only five days for the entire Shadow Clan to be slaughtered clean and wiped from the Eastern Continent.
But what about the Human Race? It was simply impossible for the Demon Race to exterminate them. Even if Nameless Mountain fell, they still had that so-called Ancestral Land behind them to catch them.
That was the gap. When others lost, someone was there to back them up. When they lost, they had truly lost.
"I think we should wait and watch, holding our troops in place. I heard that many spies from other races have been captured on the battlefield. They seem to be interested in the Human Race as well."
"Should we draw in some races and use them as cannon fodder?"
The True Lord tapped the table now and then. After pondering for a moment, he slowly spoke.
"No. Those races may not be strong, but they are not fools. If we mishandle this, they may very well join forces with the Human Race. Then not only would we gain nothing, we would greatly strengthen the Human Race's power instead. The losses would outweigh the gains."
Just a few orders from Nameless Mountain had frightened these Shadow Clan great powers into being unable to sit