Xue Yan found Xue Ze's words utterly absurd.
Cooperate with the Human Race? Make their Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan great?
Great my ass!
Their Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan could only be considered a second-rate clan in the Demon Realm. Above them were first-rate clans, and above those were peak clans.
If he had heard correctly, Xue Ze seemed to mean that the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan should become the leader of the Demon Race and rule the entire Demon Race.
"Mad. Mad. He's completely mad." Xue Yan felt that Xue Ze had not fully woken up yet.
At that moment, he dearly wanted to slap Xue Ze awake.
Mo Lin sneered, breaking the bizarre atmosphere.
"Xue Ze, well done. Very well done!"
"You colluded with the Human Race and slaughtered our Demon Race. You're dead, I'm telling you—you're dead!"
"I sent this news out long ago. Sooner or later, even stronger members of the Demon Race will come and deal with you!"
Xue Ze's gaze fell on Mo Lin as he said blandly, "Do I care?"
That left Mo Lin stunned. What did he mean, did he care?
Why did he feel as though Xue Ze was especially looking forward to members of the Demon Race coming to fuck him up?
He shook his head slightly, flinging away that illusion. Before he could speak, though, Xue Ze's next words made him feel that it had not been an illusion after all, but...
"Alright, get lost!" Xue Ze waved at Mo Lin.
"Considering that you just cooperated with my Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan, I'll spare your life."
Spare him?
Mo Lin, who had already prepared himself to die, felt that this surprise had come far too suddenly.
He stared warily at Xue Ze as he slowly backed away. He discovered that Xue Ze seemed to