After the man in black emerged from the Demon King Hall, he looked back at it and sneered. "You really think you have any other choice?"
"Remember, one year. You only have one year. If your Devil Race is utterly wiped out after that, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Inside the Demon King Hall, Dark Abyss's heart tightened when he heard those words.
He somewhat believed what the other party said, but the Devil Race truly could not withstand any more storms.
"They are no kindhearted people either. After they wipe out the Human Race, they will conveniently wipe out our Devil Race as well," Dark Abyss muttered quietly.
"After all, the ancestors of our Devil Race could also be considered Human Race." He gave a self-mocking laugh.
He still knew something about the ancient history of the Devil Race.
They had made enormous sacrifices for the Human Race, yet what had become of them in the end? They had been called foreign races and monsters by the Human Race, nearly driven to extinction.
What had they done wrong? Their only mistake had been that they should not have fought for the Human Race.
Yet he still understood one thing: when the lips were gone, the teeth would grow cold.
If the Human Race was about to be destroyed, could their Devil Race possibly survive?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
They had it hard.
After the man in black left the range of the Demon King Hall, a cluster of flames rose, and a Flame Devil appeared at his side.
"Master, the Demon King Hall did not agree?" the Flame Devil asked.
The man in black sneered. "They will agree."
"After all, the relationship between them and us—between them and the Human Race—has already reached the point where