The Flood Dragon Emperor's gaze was as sharp as a torch, staring directly at the Old Ape, with an undeniable sense of oppression in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice, "Now that Brother Feng is gone, the Great Demon Mountain is leaderless, the situation is chaotic, with factions constantly conflicting and scattered like sand. As neighbors, considering our past relations, we could temporarily refrain from action."
At this point, the Flood Dragon Emperor paused slightly, his gaze shifting to the few Demon Kings behind the Old Ape, "However, the two Demon Emperors, the Weilun Demon and the Qinluo Beast, have now formed an alliance. Old Ape, how long do you think you can hold out relying solely on this Black Feather Peak?"
The Spider Emperor timely chimed in, her voice gentle yet hiding sharpness, "Indeed, you may temporarily hide in this Black Feather Peak for a moment of peace, but what about the other demon races of the Great Demon Mountain?"
