"Hmm? I truly hadn't expected you to know so much!
Then how do you think the Devil Race intends to use me through its secret schemes?"
The Demonic Cultivator Body's expression tightened. Behind him, the heavenly demon phantom moved without pause, its momentum growing ever more immense.
Yet this was only how it appeared on the surface. In truth, not a single solid attack actually landed on Su Shi'er.
These actions were merely for show, meant for the others present—especially the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace—to see.
After all, this "Daoist Tianshan" clearly knew far more than the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.
He even knew that the enormous demonic might hidden within him made it impossible for him to be easily slain, something even he himself had not known.
Without realizing it, he placed several degrees more faith in Daoist Tianshan's words.
Of course, he had his own calculations as well.
By asking now, he was also seeking an answer to something that had long puzzled him: exactly how did the Devil Race intend to use him?
He had only sensed that the situation was far from good, but he knew absolutely nothing about the Devil Race's specific plan.
"Before answering that question, I have another question for you.
Fellow Daoist, has your tremendous increase in cultivation and strength over these years been connected to the Devil Race?"
Seeing the Demonic Cultivator Body's reaction, Su Shi'er knew he had swayed him somewhat.
Yet he did not dare let down his guard. Whether they could unite around the same goal from this point onward was what truly mattered.
Information concerning the Devil Race continually surfaced in his mind. The Devil Race had not hesitated to sacrifice so many fiends.
Their true purpose was very likely connected to the consciousness of