"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, Jin Feng sent word that there is a great terror within the Human Emperor Tomb of the Human Race."
"He said that if the Human Race obtains the inheritance, it will become a catastrophe for our Demon Race in the future. What do you think we should do?" Jin Yu cautiously sent Qin Luo a message.
"Did he only tell you about this?" Qin Luo asked.
"It is likely that all World Lord Realm experts of our Six-Winged Golden Roc Clan received it."
"It does not matter. You suffered grievous injuries and were on the brink of death. How could you have had the time to concern yourself with such news?" Qin Luo said.
Jin Yu instantly understood Qin Luo's intentions, but he did not understand what they meant.
When it came to dealing with the Human Race, should they not have shared a common hatred for the enemy?
"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, although we are enemies with most of the Demon Race, the Human Race is also our common enemy, is it not?" Jin Yu asked cautiously.
Qin Luo had nearly forgotten that the Demon Race and the Human Race were mortal enemies, irreconcilable as fire and water.
"I have someone keeping watch over there," Qin Luo said.
"You need not worry about this matter. What you should be concerned about now is how to sell off the Salvation Golden Pills."
"Instead of focusing your attention on such trivial matters."
Only then did Jin Yu realize that the Demon Emperor had long since made arrangements within the Human Race. While Qin Luo's methods shocked him, they also filled him with even greater hope for the future.
As for the person Qin Luo mentioned, he did not pay much attention to such minor details.