The moment Huo Yuhao thought of Chen Zidian, he thought of the Temple Alliance.
Previously, Huo Yuhao had been helping the humans enslaved in Demon Race territory return to the Temple Alliance.
Because of that, over the past two years, the Temple Alliance had consistently shown a mild attitude toward his side.
But Huo Yuhao knew perfectly well that the development of Demon City and the changes in the Demon Race had filled the Temple Alliance with immense fear. Its desire to kill him was nothing new.
In the Temple Alliance's eyes, the danger he posed was second only to Star Demon God Vasak. Huo Yuhao even knew that the Temple Alliance had issued a mission to the Demon Hunt Squads to kill him.
Only title-grade Demon Hunt Squads could accept that mission, however. Since Chen Zidian and the others acted as though they knew nothing about it in front of him, he played along.
Huo Yuhao was not particularly shocked by this action of the Temple Alliance. On the contrary, he could understand its approach.
In the previous wars between humans and the Demon Race, humanity had always been at a disadvantage, hemmed into the northwestern corner of the Holy Demon Continent.
But the overall gap between humans and the Demon Race had not been that great. If the Demon Race had not relied all along on its numerical advantage and the fighting strength of the seventy-two Demon Gods led by the Demon God Emperor,
then the Temple Alliance could have defeated the Demon Race through its overall fighting strength and its ability to allocate supplies.
In the past, the Demon Race's advantage in high-end fighting strength and the Temple Alliance's advantage in resource production and allocation had kept each other in balance.
After all, the Temple Alliance had