At the Eye of the Sun's words, both the Golden Pharaoh and Destruction Heaven fell silent, their minds racing to weigh the pros and cons.
"Hmph. You've really planned this out. You want us to save the Duke of Destruction to fight that young man. Then, you'll hand the Spiritual Talisman to us and spark a chaotic battle. That way, you not only escape your awkward position as the common enemy but can also pull back and watch us fight. And in the end, you might even turn the tables, re-enter the game, and maybe even snatch the Spiritual Talisman back from us?"
The Golden Pharaoh was the first to speak, a cold sneer on his face.
They were all intelligent people. He only needed a moment's thought to see right through the Eye of the Sun's scheme.
"It is indeed a good plan—killing three birds with one stone. Why should we agree to your demand? I think letting that man kill the Duke of Destruction and cripple your future potential seems to be the optimal choice."
