After waiting a moment, Su Shi'er finally continued.
"Or perhaps, to thoroughly sabotage the Devil Race's plans, it would be better to find an opportunity and kill you outright?"
"If you die and your Dao vanishes, the Devil Race's plans will collapse without being attacked. Then the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace will not have to worry about the Devil Race using their past cooperation to launch accusations against him in the future."
Naturally, he had no way of knowing exactly what the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace intended.
But that did not prevent him from adding fuel to the fire and speaking ill of him.
Every word was meant to drive a wedge between the Demonic Cultivator Body and the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.
He had never expected a few simple words to change the Demonic Cultivator Body's mind or shake the cooperation between the two sides.
But doing so would, first, plant a seed of distrust.
Second, it would buy time for him to secretly gather strength, allowing him to enter the nearby abyssal rift more smoothly and seek a slim chance of survival once the Demonic Cultivator Body truly made his move.
"Heh heh, those do not seem to be the key matters of our discussion this time!"
"As for the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace, I have my own judgment."
"Rather, you suddenly changed the subject and rambled on about so much. What exactly are you trying to say? Or are you simply stalling for time?!"
The Demonic Cultivator Body sneered. At that moment, the killing intent in his eyes was no longer concealed.
As his words fell, the demonic patterns formed from Demonic Qi on the ground suddenly blazed with brilliant light. Streams of Demonic Yuan flowed through the patterns, forming a Magic Array