Profound Ice Sect, inside the main hall of the sect.
"Sect Leader Elder Brother, will this idea of yours really work?" an Elder asked with some trepidation.
"Of course!"
Confident in his own cunning plan, the Sect Leader laughed, "Although those mortals are as weak as ants, they have also created a splendid and colorful culture and left behind a very precious wealth."
"This plan, I even learned it from the monarch of a fallen kingdom..."
If Zhirui had been here, he would have realized right away that this was nothing but the ploy of sowing discord among the lords!
Time and time again, disseminating false information to toy with the Devil Race, exhausting their patience, and then hitting them with the truth all of a sudden, how many of those fourth-order Great Devils would believe the words of an informant then?
Even if they believed, they would need some time to organize. Otherwise, just sending a few, or perhaps a dozen, the Profound Ice Sect could completely block them all.
