Ignite Divine Fire

Chu Fei and Wu Yong rested, but the Jien Clan's upper ranks were too excited to sleep through the night.

Chu Fei's arrival had brought the Jien Clan a brand-new opportunity and unprecedented hope.

The Jien Clan's current situation was indeed somewhat dangerous, but it was absolutely not as perilous as the Dark Elves had made it sound to Chu Fei. Of course, the hidden dangers were real. Many of the production lines left behind by the Yanhuang Federation had aged and were nearing retirement.

Once their existing war machines broke down, the Jien Clan would inevitably face retaliatory attacks.

In truth, the Jien Clan's circumstances were far more complicated than Chu Fei had imagined—not simply because they were arrogant, but because they had no choice but to be arrogant.

The Jien Clan could not afford to show weakness. Otherwise, what awaited them would be a massive retaliatory counteroffensive.

The Jien Clan was gambling—gambling on whether they would collapse first, or their enemies would.

They frantically plundered their enemies' wealth to cultivate their own experts, betting that the rate at which they produced powerful cultivators could offset the rate at which their technology was dying out.

To this end, they had been robbing Peter to pay Paul, and the Jien Clan had been visibly heading downhill.

Fortunately, the Jien Clan had won the gamble. Because at this critical moment, Chu Fei had arrived.

It all seemed like fate. Even those who did not believe in such things could not help but question whether providence truly existed.

It was precisely because of this "providence" that the Jien Clan felt safe cooperating with Chu Fei, without harboring any ill intentions.

It was too perfect—far too perfect to be a coincidence!

At this moment, the Jien Clan's upper ranks were examining the Storage