The heavenly demons.
If he wanted to rule the world, the humans and the spirit race were the biggest obstacles.
The strength displayed by wind and the spiritual Emperor had caused Marcus to feel a deep pressure.
He was very clear.
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If these two emperors didn't die, the heavenly fiend clan would never have the chance to rule the world.
"Should we make a move?"
The eyes of some heavenly demon emperors flickered.
Perhaps this was the heaven Fiend race's chance now that the humans were fighting the spiritual race.
If they took this opportunity to kill the two emperors, no other race would be able to resist the celestial demon clan.
"Let's wait a little longer. It's not time for us to make a move yet," said Marcus, his expression unchanged.
He attacked now.
There was no need for that at all.
The battle between the human race and the spirit race could only be considered to have just begun. It had not yet reached the stage of white heat.
