1780 First Move (3)

It was a gamble with the chances of winning less than one out of a hundred thousand.

Ye Qingtang felt that these fiendish demons had all gone mad. Although she had yet to see the three major tribes make a move, Ye Qingtang could clearly feel the immense power they exuded. Moreover, they also had the upperhand in terms of numbers.

The moment the trigger was pulled, it would be total armageddon.

"Great Sage, what is this Deity Ocean?" One of the little fiendish demons tugged at the corner of Ye Qingtang's sleeve. The little fiendish demons seldom ventured out of the camp and didn't know much of the wide world beyond.

Ye Qingtang couldn't help furrowing her brows slightly as she looked at the group of little fiendish demons who had been tagging along by her side daily.

All the fiendish demons from every camp would be fighting to the death for the Deity Ocean. Even these little fiendish demons would be dragged into the frenzy.