Kui breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the One-Horned Devil Immortal and Asmatos. "You two deserve immense credit for breaking the Human Race's formation. I'll report this to the Devil Ancestor afterward and have your contributions recorded."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal and Asmatos felt rather dispirited now. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, they said, "My Lord Kui, we would rather go without that credit."
Kui shook his head firmly. "The credit belongs to you two. No one can steal it, and neither of you can refuse it."
The One-Horned Devil Immortal and Asmatos wanted to cry but had no tears. At this point, they had well and truly boarded Kui's pirate ship.
Still, everyone understood that their ultimate goal was simply to stay alive.
Since Heaven would not give them a chance, they could only create one themselves.
Silence hung over the gathering. Although the matter had been resolved, no one was in particularly good spirits.
A powerful devil asked, "Lord Kui, what should we do next?"
With no Demon Saint to command them, these more than ten billion devils had become a difficult problem to resolve.
Although everyone appeared to treat Kui as their leader, they all knew the reality of the situation.
If he truly had to command ten billion devils in battle, his ability to do so was one question, but even if he had that ability, some would still refuse to submit to him.
That was only natural. Everyone harbored a desire to compete and a heart prone to envy.
When their strength was roughly equal, they could not possibly accept any one of their number as their leader.
Kui was also somewhat at a loss. "Let me report this matter to the Demon Saint before deciding what to do. Everyone, return