The devil race was very strong, and it wasn’t inferior to the demon race at all. However, the devil race could only be considered to be unlucky to have offended Yang Ye.

Around a breath of time after Yang Ye vanished, Mo Jiang’s figure vanished as well.

Gu Tian was puzzled, “Is he…?”

Gu Mo shook his head, “He wouldn’t do something foolish like fighting Yang Ye in a one on one battle.”

Gu Mo glanced at the others and added, “Once all of you return to your clans, immediately use all your resources to find out who was pulling the strings. Since they want to use our demon race as pawns, then we’ll make them pay a terrible price.”

As he finished speaking, Gu Mo’s face turned icy cold.

The demon race was clearly in extreme danger this time. If the Nether Pavilion really came, it represented that the demon race would enter into battle with the Nether Pavilion, and the demon race would definitely suffer severe losses during the battle!

They didn’t want to fight Yang Ye to the death, and they really couldn’t afford...