Hearing Xu Jiamo's reminder, Wang Li quickly fell silent.
He knew that in a moment of impulse, he had gone a little too far.
No matter what, the Heavenly Dao was not something a minor Devil Race member like him could discuss.
"What's there to fear? Say whatever you have to say," Xu Zimo asked.
"Nothing. Hearing Brother Xu's tone, I wonder what your ambitions are?" Wang Li asked in return.
"As for me, I want to walk with the Devil Race once more to that land of the pinnacle," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"It's just that I don't know how many of our Devil Race are still willing now."
"How would we go about it?" Wang Li asked.
"Don't be fooled by the fact that our Devil Race now rules the Niemo Domain. How is this place any different from a cage?
"If we want to overthrow this great age, I'm afraid we'd be suppressed the moment we stepped out of the Niemo Domain," Wang Li said, glancing around.
Lowering his voice, he continued, "In truth, the enemies of our Devil Domain are not limited to the Heavenly Dao.
"They also have many lackeys. For example, the Sacred Court has always been at daggers drawn with us."
"It seems you know quite a lot," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I read it all at the academy. There are many books like that there," Wang Li said.
"Do the other Devil Race members know as well?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"They know more or less. Everyone looks forward to the Devil Race's former golden age," Xu Jiamo nodded as well.
The Devil Race of today could be called fallen, yet it had never truly ceased falling.
It was simply that everyone knew that all these years, the