"Even the Holy See could be destroyed so easily; looks like he's quite the remarkable figure."
"Clan Leader, this subordinate has an unreasonable request."
A handsome young man suddenly spoke up.
"Speak."
Carlos waved his hand, signaling him to speak freely.
"This subordinate feels that we might as well join hands with that Demon Race."
The youth chose his words carefully, sounding very cautious.
"Once we work together to wipe out Zhang Beixing, the Great Six will be nothing but a prize in our two clans' pocket."
"Foolish!"
Carlos snorted coldly, his gaze icy.
"Do you think that Demon Race would be willing to share the spoils with others?"
"What's more, that brat Zhang Beixing is no easy character either."
"If we clash head‑on, we may not gain any advantage."
Hearing this, the youth's expression changed.
"This... then what does Clan Leader mean?"
Carlos slowly rose to his feet, hands clasped behind his back.
He gazed out the window, silent for a long time.
