"Now you stand before me, explaining my failure? You, the thief who stole my success."
"Stealing? Thief?" Sarunster glanced at him and suddenly sneered dismissively, "No, devouring. I'd rather call it seizing. If you have the ability, you can seize it back."
Upon hearing this, Devouring Mouth remained calm and didn't rebuke further. Clearly, this conversation had occurred countless times.
"Enough, I'm here to discuss serious matters. You must have noticed, the rift is getting smaller. The Abyssal aura here is also starting to weaken, and the chaotic space is slowly becoming orderly.
If we don't act now, we will only grow weaker, and our advantage will disappear.
The war of thousands of years will turn into defeat, and we will fail miserably."
As he spoke, he squinted at Sarunster and said, "Even you can't afford the consumption of so many years of war now, right?
The number of demons in your Abyssal Level has dropped sharply, and quite a few Lords are eyeing you greedily.
