It was not that Zhan Bulasi’s eyes lit up; even Medusa’s expression shifted drastically. Long Zimu was dead. That being who was infinitely close to a Demon Lord—even a Demon Monarch—was actually dead? Who could possibly kill him? Seeing Hei Mingba’s brilliant smile, Medusa understood immediately: this matter was certainly connected to him. Even if he hadn't struck the blow personally, he must have instigated it.

How many trump cards a Demon Monarch like Hei Mingba, who had lived for untold eons, truly possessed was a secret known only to him.

Regardless, the demise of Long Zimu and the other Demon Monarchs had indeed inflicted a massive loss upon the Werewolf Clan. In truth, every Demon Lord was typically accompanied by ten Demon Monarchs. Of course, only the Demon Lords themselves knew how many Monarchs they actually commanded, and whether they even held Demon Lord-level experts among them.

However, Augustus was the youngest among the Eight Great Demon Lords, having ascended to that rank only a thousand years ago. While a millennium might seem long to humans, for the Demon Race, especially those who had already witnessed countless ages, it was scarcely worth mentioning.

A Demon Lord like Augustus would certainly not have an abundance of Ninth-Rank masters around him. Losing four Demon Monarchs at once was an undeniable catastrophe for him. At this juncture, there was no need for a full-scale invasion; dispatching experts to seize their territories would suffice. Without his top experts guarding them, Augustus had no recourse but to endure, unless he chose reckless vengeance. Yet, such an act, even if it severely damaged any one of the aggressors, would surely result in the annihilation of the Werewolf Clan from this realm.

Therefore, as long as their plundering of the Werewolf Clan's domain did not become excessive, Augustus would have no choice but to tolerate it.

Though the Demon Realm was vast, the majority of its lands were barren wastelands. Aside from the relatively fertile regions within the Lei Ze Circle, prosperity was only found in perilous areas like the Magic Forest. However, these rich zones were teeming with high-level magical beasts, some even being ferocious beasts surviving from the Primordial Era. These were places that even ordinary demons, let alone Demon Lords, were reluctant to provoke lightly.

Consequently, for the Eight Great Royal Clans within the Lei Ze Circle, any ambition to strengthen their lineage necessitated seizing the territories of other royal factions.

But for ages, the Asura Clan and the Demon Dragon Clan had remained aloof from worldly affairs, while the other six major clans were divided into two factions, creating a system of mutual restraint—a delicate equilibrium. Whoever dared to initiate an attack first would likely end up suffering the heaviest losses. This is why, over the years, despite continuous internal skirmishes among the Eight Great Clans, they remained minor brawls, never escalating to large-scale assaults, making the annexation of another's land virtually impossible.

Now, with the sudden loss of four Demon Monarchs under Augustus, it was akin to severing one of his arms. This balance had been shattered. Although the disruption was slight, it was enough for the others to reap immense benefits.

Because of this very reason, Zhan Bulasi*William’s eyes instantly brightened upon hearing the news.

Unlike the Purple Flame Demon Clan, the Purple Flame lineage could maintain its domain against other demons through its unique geographical advantages, even without vying for external territory. For his own Bloodline Clan to avoid being consumed by the other royal factions, they needed to grow stronger, particularly by seizing this opportunity to weaken their mortal enemy, the Werewolf Clan. For Zhan Bulasi, this was the greatest temptation.

“Tell me, when do we strike?” Zhan Bulasi could feel the blood within him beginning to boil. If he could use this chance to ensure Augustus could never recover, that would be his greatest desire.

“Heh heh, we can move anytime. Augustus must be in complete disarray right now. You just need to dispatch the Demon Monarchs under your command. Tell them to mind their boundaries; there shouldn't be any major issues!” Hei Mingba stated calmly.

“Good, I’ll return immediately and order my men to attack. Should we discuss tactics?” Zhan Bulasi was already rising to his feet as he spoke.

“Heh heh, this is merely the seizure of resources; what tactics are needed? Without Long Zimu and Hong Feng—those two masters—he only has Zier left among his capable Demon Monarchs. If she doesn't intervene, fine. If she does, I can deal with internal cleansing myself. So, just send your people straight away!” Hei Mingba waved his hand dismissively.

“If it’s that straightforward, you could have just sent a message for us to act. Why make us travel all this way? It’s dreadfully hot here!” Hearing Hei Mingba’s analysis, Zhan Bulasi couldn't help but sound slightly resentful.

“Let the younger generation handle the territorial acquisitions. I summoned the two of you because I need your assistance with another matter!” At this point, Hei Mingba’s demeanor turned slightly grave.

“Hm? What matter?” This time, both Zhan Bulasi and Medusa were taken aback. Hei Mingba was the oldest and undoubtedly the most powerful among them. What service could he possibly require of them?

Hei Mingba offered no further preamble, recounting the events Yan Senxu had encountered on the Pan Bulasi Grassland, naturally omitting the detail that Yan Senxu might be on the verge of becoming a Demon Lord.

After hearing Hei Mingba’s tale, Medusa and Zhan Bulasi were momentarily stunned, clearly surprised that such a formidable individual existed within the Pan Bulasi Grassland.

They were still unaware that the one battling Yan Senxu was Ye Jingyu.

“You mean, you want us to help you eliminate that person!” Medusa frowned slightly.

“Precisely. That person’s personal strength isn't overwhelming, but his grand formation is truly peculiar. I need your help to break the array; it will give us a greater chance of success!” Hei Mingba stated placidly.

Having lived so long, he never undertook matters without reasonable certainty of success. While he was confident he could handle Ye Jingyu alone, bringing along two other Demon Lords would undoubtedly increase his odds. More importantly, he did not wish to reveal his ultimate capabilities so easily.

“Fine, I’m eager to see this mysterious figure myself. I agree,” Medusa nodded after only a moment of deliberation.

Seeing Medusa agree so readily, Zhan Bulasi was first surprised, but then he too nodded. The three of them had always advanced or retreated together; since Medusa had agreed, there was no reason for him to refuse.

As both nodded, a faint smile finally spread across Hei Mingba’s face…