The ox-headed great demon had his thoughts exposed to his face, then was threatened besides. Unable to help himself, he flew into shame and rage.
"Humph! You brainy lot are nothing but trouble!"
Flexing his severed palm, now fully restored, he snorted in a muffled voice:
"You're worried I'll spoil the game, but this old ox is worried that the damned War Pact you set has loopholes!"
"What if things go off the rails and they win the war? By the contract, we'll have to give them a wide berth!"
"When the time comes, we won't even be able to enter the star domains. Let's see where you'll put your faces then!"
"You need not trouble yourself over that."
The scholar in green gave a soft laugh, every word brimming with the confidence of a strategist holding victory in his palm:
"The participants this time are all Venerable Lords of various races, carefully selected by this True Body."
“Several among them possess innate divine abilities that strongly counter the Human Race's methods.”
"Unless, unless that alliance can truly gather every top Venerable Lord in the entire Myriad Laws Celestial Domain who has remained hidden from the world!"
"Otherwise..."
He slowly tightened his grip on the folding fan in his hand:
"Those fifty star domains are already ours for the taking!"
"You said it yourself—unless." The ox-headed great demon snorted disdainfully and said in a deep voice:
“Those old Human Race foxes may fear death, but when their race truly stands on the brink of extinction, who knows whether a few unyielding bones might leap out?”
"Heh..."
The scholar in green laughed softly, still without a trace of concern in his voice. "If the alliance can truly invite all of Myriad Laws' top Venerable Lords, that would be a good thing