Sun Wukong took out the Token and probed its inner space with his will, discovering a drop of golden blood inside.
The blood radiated an immense pressure that stirred his excitement.
Blood imbued with such powerful bloodline energy was the treasure beasts coveted most, capable of strengthening them in the most direct way.
Sun Wukong enveloped the golden blood with his will and began refining it.
Meanwhile.
As Zhang Yang listened to the conversation between Sun Wukong and the flea, he felt somewhat puzzled.
Had the Human Race been exposed?
The other party had mentioned the demon master Kunpeng, said the Demon Race did not actually want to join the war, and even brought up Pangu?
This led Zhang Yang to make some connections. Could the demon master Kunpeng be responsible for suppressing Pangu's will, and their exchanges have changed his thinking?
Under Pangu's guidance, had he divined the Demon Race's future anew, and even that of the allied forces? Every previous divination had foretold the allies' inevitable victory, but had this one yielded a different result?
And the source of that change was very likely the Human Race.
At that moment, many thoughts passed through Zhang Yang's mind.
After turning them over and over, he finally decided to let things take their course. He would focus on doing his best and leave the rest to fate.
Whatever the Demon Race's true intentions were, since this Demon God Society had no intention of joining the war and did not conflict with Zhang Yang's plan, he would proceed.
Blue Star was bustling now, and Zhang Yang was coordinating the overall situation. Its various factions dispatched their finest cultivators throughout the Milky Way to provide aid.
They hoped to seize this upheaval to lay the foundation for unifying the Milky Way in