Fang Yunjian raised an eyebrow.
"The Demon Race suffered heavy losses?"
This news caught Fang Yunjian off guard.
He was well aware of the intelligence regarding the South Wilderness Spirit Realm. Previously, the human race's old adversaries were the myriad Demon clans, who had been in a stalemate for a long time without a winner.
For such a behemoth to be heavily damaged by an unknown force, it would undoubtedly be the Nine Demons Sect.
Fang Yunjian's expression darkened as he raised his hand to press on the Puppet Core. All the memories the puppet witnessed on the giant mountain surged into his mind.
After a moment, Fang Yunjian released his hand, looked at Li Mu, and solemnly said, "Master Li, this intelligence is invaluable. What reward do you seek?"
Li Mu shook his head directly.
"No need for rewards. I have a bold hypothesis that I hope you two will hear."
