"The Sacred Mountain collapsed?" The Deputy Demon General's pupils contracted.
As the Deputy Demon General of the Crimson Demon General's Manor, he had heard a little about this.
The Northern Demon Domain seemed to have infiltrated the North Ridge Sacred Ground to secretly destroy the Sacred Mountain and ruin its pool of Sacred Water.
After all, Sacred Water posed a tremendous threat to the Devil Race. Anyone who had drunk it was far harder for them to possess.
The Demon King's Hall in the Demon Realm had already issued orders for the Devil Race's four divisions to possess as many cultivators in the Cultivation World as possible and infiltrate every sect they could, making it easier to break the Human Race when the full invasion began.
For the northern division to infiltrate, the first problem they had to resolve was the Sacred Water.
This mission was highly confidential. Usually, only Demon Generals and Deputy Demon Generals knew about it.
So why did this voice ringing through his mind know so much?
The Deputy Demon General's pupils contracted. Only now did he truly feel an unprecedented loss of control.
Perhaps the North Ridge Sacred Ground had already discovered what was happening and was simply waiting for them to walk into its net!
At that thought, the Deputy Demon General cursed inwardly. Those damned northern devils had leaked information during their own mission, yet they were dragging the southern devils down with them!
"How could you reveal such an important mission?" The Deputy Demon General glared at the White-Robed Steward nearby, madness flickering in his black-and-red eyes.
"If North Ridge's Holy Lord hears about this, not only will the northern division's plans come to nothing, but our southern division will suffer too!"
Across from him, the White-Robed Steward frowned, equally shocked. His