"I'll tell you everything I know about Demon Dawn!"
There was no surprise on Jiang Shu's face. He had long expected this answer.
He gave a slight nod, signaling the other party to continue, yet his gaze remained sharp as a blade, as though scrutinizing every word for truth or falsehood.
"Demon Dawn... it did not come from the Imperial Palace."
Xuan Chi panted heavily, speaking at breakneck speed, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, his chance would be gone.
"But those lords in the Imperial Palace all know of Demon Dawn's existence. Not only did they not stop it, they even secretly provided some support."
"Among us in Demon Dawn, quite a few prodigies had previously only been in the Transformation Realm. But thanks to the Great Dao comprehension methods bestowed by the Imperial Palace, they reached the Demon Monarch Realm at astonishing speed."
"What is Demon Dawn's objective?"
Jiang Shu did not hesitate and continued questioning him.
"For the Demon Race."
A trace of fervor flashed through Xuan Chi's eyes, only to be drowned at once by terror of life and death.
He feared that one wrong word would directly provoke Jiang Shu's wrath.
He hurriedly continued:
"In this great war, our Demon Race has lost far too much territory."
"Especially strategic strongholds like Panhai City, which have already fallen."
"We believed the Demon Race ancestors were far too conservative. Our strength was clearly no weaker than that of the Human Race, yet they insisted on pouring every resource into the Myriad Spirits Casting Venerable Great Array. They even wanted to elevate this great array until it could give birth to a Demon Lord, or perhaps something even stronger."
"Because of this, our Demon Race missed too many opportunities and lost too much land."
"We wanted to