":complacent_smile: This time around, even if you know about it, there is no harm. Anyway, you are right, my plan is about to succeed," the ball of liquid metal said calmly.
"If it's about to succeed, it means that it hasn't succeeded yet. Aren't you afraid that the cultivators of the scholarly faction will counterattack after getting pushed into a hopeless situation? Who knows, perhaps they will kill all the troops you've dispatched?" Senior White Two said with a smile.
":sneer: They want to counterattack with that level of strength? Comparing those weak scholars to the Netherworld Realm is like comparing a firefly to the sun. In front of the army of demons of the Netherworld Realm, the scholars are like little mantises trying to block a chariot—they can only get crushed to death! If not for the fact that I need them for my plan, I would have wiped them off the face of the Earth a thousand years ago," the ball of liquid metal said.
