Hearing the One-Horned Devil Immortal's bold declaration, Asmatos was delighted. "Good! If you really succeed, never mind this little bit of supplies-I'll give you three times as much afterward."
At his level of cultivation and in his position, resources were important, yet no longer seemed quite so important.
Merit was especially important among the Devil Race.
Only through merit could he gain the Devil Ancestor's recognition.
Only with the Devil Ancestor's recognition would he have any hope of becoming a Sage.
As for advancing on his own-well, very few among the Devil Race could manage that.
Only the geniuses of the Devil Race could accomplish such a feat.
As for him? What sort of genius was he? He was just an ordinary member of the Devil Race. His advancement to Quasi-Saint had been a matter of luck.
Through countless battles, most of his escapes from death could be credited to luck.
He had always felt that Heaven favored him.
Beside him, the One-Horned Devil Immortal said, "Asmatos, please don't rush. I really do need these supplies to make preparations. That fellow is a strange one. If we don't prepare in advance, he might catch us completely off guard."
"By the way, when will the Vanguard Camp march out? I heard that the Demon Sage of the Primordial World, Demon Emperor Daochen, has begun organizing an army to encircle and wipe out the Devil Race."
Asmatos shook his head. "The Devil Ancestor's orders haven't arrived yet. We don't know either."
On the Yingzhou Islands in the Endless Sea.
Three figures clad in black robes arrived on a small island.
"We've already brought many of the Sea Race under our control. The threats in the sea are no longer worth worrying about. Those Sages don't care about those ants at all. How