Zhang Beixing heard Red Demon's proposal, a playful glint appearing in his eye.
This Great General of the Demon Race certainly has some courage and vision.
To dare recommend himself as an ally at such a critical time for them to join forces and achieve greatness?
Ha, interesting.
However, does a mere Demon Race qualify to stand on equal footing with his Dark Empire?
What a colossal joke!
"General Red Demon's words are quite inaccurate."
Zhang Beixing spoke indifferently, his tone icy.
"Do you know that my goal is to unify the Three Realms and command the world."
"How can mere Demon Race stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"
"Moreover..."
His lips curved slightly, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"The murderer of my late emperor still roams free. That account has yet to be settled."
The atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy.
Everyone knew that the bloody coup ten years ago was orchestrated by the Demon Race behind the scenes.
