Watching Philip's video screen turn black, the Demon Spirit and the other four silently disconnected the video communication.
But simultaneously, the second meeting between the bodies and their carbon copies was underway.
"What should we do?"
"Kill Philip, kill Legas, what else can we do?"
"What about the Black River Sovereign?"
"That waste, just consider him dead already."
"That's right, don't waste too much time on the Black River Sovereign. Right now, neither he nor Wen Yu matters; what matters is Philip himself. You must get ready, wait for my command. In the best scenario, we can directly eliminate Philip and seize his body, and in the worst, we must gain control over the Surface Demon Tribe."
Since Philip had already laid things out clearly, the remaining choices for the Demon Spirit were much simpler. Over countless years, the Demon Spirit had amassed enough power that was sufficient to clear away any obstacles and lay a solid foundation for reclaiming the Demon Realm.
