Hearing that the Devil Race had actually produced so many powerful experts, the members of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance were somewhat surprised. "We have seen the Devil Ancestor's sincerity, but we still need to discuss whether to join the Devil Race."
"You must also know how tense the situation in the Primordial World is right now. We cannot readily agree to something that concerns the fate of our races."
The Devil Ancestor would never deploy his forces without a reason. His aim was surely to bring all the other races of the Primordial World under the Devil Race's rule.
And the Devil Race ruled through conversion.
They converted other races into members of the Devil Race.
But that approach had its drawbacks, after all. The Devil Race's brains did not work particularly well.
Although they cultivated quickly, they were bloodthirsty by nature, and practically all of them were half-mad.
These ancient races had survived to this day through their brains, not their might.
Besides, truth be told, they feared neither the Demon Saints nor even the Devil Ancestor.
They had their own methods.
If they could not win, they could simply flee. Why fight them to the bitter end?
Joining the Devil Race was even less suitable. With their strength, even if they could not defeat the Human Race, they could withdraw from the Primordial World and establish themselves elsewhere for the time being. Either the Demon Realm or the Buddha Realm would be a good choice.
What was more, they had their own secret escape routes.
Rain Demon looked at them in surprise. Before Rain Demon had even brought up having them join the Devil Race, these fellows had already thought of it and mentioned it so naturally that Rain Demon suddenly felt awkward asking them to join.