"Was it that Golden Core cultivator who failed to pass the message to the Devil Race, or did the Devil Race know but remain unmoved?" Li Zhirui's brows knotted as he muttered to himself, his expression grave.
If it was the former, he could still make another move; after all, he had spotted several spies before. But if it was the latter, it would mean the Devil Race no longer had any trust in this matter.
No matter how hard he tried, he would ultimately be unable to influence the Devil Race!
"What should I do next?"
Li Zhirui rubbed his forehead, trying to find a way to break the impasse, but to no avail.
What he didn't know was that after receiving the message, the Devil Race had urgently convened all the fourth-order Great Devils and gathered deep within Great Snow Mountain, where vast ice and snow and a multitude of Devil Beasts blocked any prying from cultivators.
