Suddenly, someone stood up.

Everyone looked over to see a tall woman with an extraordinary presence.

Even though she wore a mask, it was obvious at a glance that she was a great beauty.

She was Su Yutang, the Black Queen of the Demon Club.

The Black Queen did nothing to hide the greed in her eyes. She spoke with a uniquely magnetic and mature voice:

"If we win this war, can we plunder the resources of the Celestial Realm?"

Everyone’s eyes widened, their jaws almost hitting the floor.

Before the Black Queen’s question, everyone had considered many things.

Some had thought about losing the war, dying under the fangs of the Celestial Race.

Some had thought about how to avoid this war and whether to build a secret stronghold on a hidden island.

Some had thought about spending a fortune to recruit a group of Extraordinary to protect their families.

No one had ever thought of the question the Black Queen had raised.

If we defeat the Celestial Race, can we invade them and acquire their resources?

Everyone gradually started to become envious.

They sensed unprecedented business opportunities!

These demonic capitalists are the first batch of the Extraordinary, like beta testers before a game officially launches.

They gained considerable benefits from the wave of Spiritual Energy Revival, significantly increasing their power and influence.

These people were the first beneficiaries of the Spiritual Energy Revival!

If the resources of the Celestial Race could be contested, this would be their opportunity!

Indeed, why should they only be consumed by the Celestial Race, and not treat the Celestial Race as a cake?

By then, could the rules of humanity or the rules of Blue Star still bind them?

They could rise above the mundane world, just like the Holy Lands in fantasy novels, ruling over millions!

Li Yang slowly curved his lips into a smile, very pleased with Su Yutang’s words.

This ambitious woman, he really liked her a lot.

With just one sentence, Su Yutang not only dispelled the fear of these club members but also amplified their desires.

Desire is the only fuel for war.

The members of the Demon Club seemed eager to fight a life-and-death battle with the Celestial Race.

Su Yutang, seeing Li Yang still silent, thought she had misspoken, and a trace of panic appeared on her charming face:

"I mean, the resources of the Celestial Realm belong to the Demon Club, to Lord Death God, I dare not covet them...."

Li Yang said:

"The spoils are yours."

Su Yutang was stunned.

The other members were also stunned.

Did Death God not care for the resources of the Celestial Realm?

That can’t be right, wouldn’t another Extraordinary World’s resources be coveted even by gods?

Their hearts sank slowly.

It seemed Death God believed the Celestial Race was formidable and unsure of victory, so he was willing to share the spoils.

With great rewards, there must be brave men.

If even Death God had no confidence, where could these club members derive their confidence from?

Li Yang said:

"I only want the life of the Lord of the Celestial Race."

The members understood.

Surely there must be a deep feud between Death God and the Lord of the Celestial Race, longtime arch-enemies!

Indeed, the Death God manages Hell while the Lord of the Celestial Realm manages the Celestial Realm.

There must be some enmity between them!

Because of Li Yang’s words, everyone was once again determined to war with the Celestial Race!

First, if the Celestial Race was allowed to wreak havoc in the Mortal World, they wouldn’t survive.

If they win, they would get a rare opportunity of a lifetime.

Second, didn’t you see Death God’s confidence in taking the life of the Lord of the Celestial Race?

With the strongest on our side neutralizing their strongest, the pressure is greatly reduced.

Third, the Demon Club is an organization established by Death God in the Mortal World, and everyone knows that Death God’s main base is Hell!

Everyone believed that when fighting the Celestial Race, Hell, under Death God’s command, would surely come to aid!

Everyone nodded secretly.

This is steady.

The Mortal World seemed to be turning into the fantastical world of a novel, and these members of the Demon Club would be the lucky ones at the forefront of this wave of the times!

Li Yang said:

"The next place the Celestial Race will descend upon is South Korea."

Everyone looked shocked.

South Korea?

Death God actually has specific intelligence on the Celestial Race’s arrival?

Isn’t that even more secure?

Some members of the Demon Club started considering offloading their assets in South Korea or seizing gold and such.

Li Yang said:

"Next, you can consolidate your strengths and prepare for this vast baptism."

There are many ways to consolidate one’s strengths.

Repatriate funds, recruit the Extraordinary, assemble overseas mercenary groups, liaise with the military, and so on.

The particularly important point is to collaborate with other Demon Club members.

This is a multiplayer battle of the Demon Club.

After Li Yang finished speaking, he stood up and left the conference room.

Everyone quickly stood up to respectfully send away the Death God, not daring to raise their heads for a long time.

It wasn’t until a long time had passed that the members dared to glance ahead.

Once the Death God and most of the Apostles had left, they dared to talk to each other.

The many members had investments all over the world.

Knowing the Celestial Race’s invasion, the next place being South Korea, everyone made different plans for their assets.

They had to recoup funds, primarily investing in armed forces, and establish their own Extraordinary Organization.

Cao Yi pressed his lips tightly, pondering his next steps.

Su Yutang, quite interested in Cao Yi, asked:

"You have investments in South Korea too? It’s best to act early."

Cao Yi shook his head and said:

"I’m quite poor, not as well-off as you all.

I’m thinking about whether to find a way to support South Korea.

The more land the Celestial Race gains on Blue Star, the stronger their power."

Su Yutang scoffed:

"The Celestial Race will, sooner or later, occupy some country on Blue Star.

South Korea, Zhu Country, East Sakura, Huaqi, it could be any.

Don’t overestimate your strength, it’s impossible for Blue Star to prevent the Celestial Race from seizing any territory.

Didn’t you hear Lord Death God say? After the Celestial Race arrives, all electronic technology becomes unusable.

Without heavy weaponry controlled by electronic technology, it’s impossible to defeat those invaders.

The future conflict with the Celestial Race will still primarily involve the Extraordinary.

How many years has it been since the Spiritual Energy Revival on Blue Star? We are at a disadvantage.

It would be better to sacrifice South Korea and gain more intelligence on the Celestial Race."

Cao Yi did not agree with Su Yutang’s perspective.

He stood up and walked outside the conference room.

Cao Yi wanted to make a trip to South Korea.

In the frontmost Apostle seat of the conference room, Ghost Buddha—Mu Bowen and the Tree of Human Essence—Bodhi were still seated there.

The Tree of Human Essence transformed into an elderly man in linen clothing, showing a hint of worry on his old face.

Ghost Buddha said:

"Are you worried about the Celestial Race?"

Bodhi nodded earnestly.

Ghost Buddha comforted him:

"With Death God’s protection, you will be fine."

Bodhi shook his head, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed:

"Most of the Extraordinary in the Mortal World were created by me.

The thought of them dying in chaos, it’s hard for me to bear."

Ghost Buddha was stunned, then showed deep respect:

"I didn’t expect that among us, Bodhi is the one with the most compassion."

Bodhi touched where his heart would be.

He was a tree, heartless.