The demon race shared a common trait—they were supremely arrogant and narcissistic, unable to tolerate anyone questioning them, especially fellow demons.
Hearing You Lan's words, the Piercing Wind Demon God let out a chilling cackle. "Fellow Daoist You Lan, even you don't know who Fellow Daoist Jade Face is? That really shouldn't be the case."
You Lan's expression darkened. "What does that have to do with me?"
The Piercing Wind Demon God chuckled. "Back then, you struck at the old patriarch of the Panlong clan, but deliberately left one of his elders alive. What was the purpose? Wasn't it so he could bring the old patriarch back? So that the Panlong patriarch—living but dead—could serve as your mole?"
You Lan's scheme was laid bare, but he wasn't particularly angry. Since the Piercing Wind had been tailing him, it wasn't surprising the demon knew about this.
"What does this have to do with Fellow Daoist Jade Face?"
"Heh heh, everything! Because after you made your move, we took action as well—only we swapped out Elder Yuan Chi for Fellow Daoist Jade Face." The Piercing Wind Demon God's laughter was grating beyond endurance, making You Lan's brows furrow even deeper.
Truthfully, he felt a twinge of humiliation.
Since the Yin Demon faction had already made their move, by the rules and customs of the demon race, the Shadow Demon faction should not have intervened.
Yet not only had the Shadow Demons intervened, they had done so with brazen openness.
But now, trapped under someone else's roof, You Lan had no outlet for his frustration. He could only sneer, "You Shadow Demons really are quite the schemers."
The Piercing Wind Demon God let out a raucous laugh, looking entirely unashamed—rather, proud.
"Enough. Let's not dwell on these petty factional grudges. Right now, we're allies."
You Lan laughed coldly. "What fine allies indeed. But as your ally, I must still warn you—you'd better not underestimate that Jiang Chen's cunning."
"Hmph! You fear human scheming, but the Shadow Demon clan has never been afraid of their tricks. Rest assured—if we're going to strike this time, we won't do it halfway. When we move, we will achieve results." The Piercing Wind Demon God was brimming with certainty.
"Are you sure?" You Lan asked in a low voice. "Once you make your move, it may mean we're exposed to danger from this point forward!"
"What is there to fear? Our Shadow Demon faction has never been afraid of exposure. Our specialty is vanishing without a trace in broad daylight. And your Yin Demon faction isn't exactly lacking either—playing dead is your forte, isn't it?" The Piercing Wind Demon God's voice was jarring.
But everything he said was the truth.
Neither clan was particularly afraid of exposure.
"Besides, as long as we can destroy the core of the formation and prevent them from restarting the Myriad Spirits Divine Locking Formation, what is there to fear from the humans? All we need to do is wait for the demon army to break through the seal, and our forces can reunite with the main demon host. At that point, the puny human territories will be ours to roam freely. What more is there to be afraid of?"
The Piercing Wind Demon God's objective was clear and practical.
Destroy the foundation of the formation. Prevent the Myriad Spirits Divine Locking Formation from restarting—or at the very least, delay their efforts.
It had to be said, this plan was excellent and entirely realistic.