"Crown Prince, everything has already been arranged according to your instructions. Do you think we should withdraw a little farther?"
On a remote, isolated island, an old man in black robes with a restrained aura spoke respectfully to the heroic-looking man positioned above him.
The man's features bore a strong resemblance to Kongsang Lifeng's. He was precisely his eldest son, Kongsang Qian.
"Withdraw? Where else are we supposed to withdraw to?
"At our current position, communicating with the front lines is already extremely difficult. If we pull back any farther, this battle will be impossible to fight.
"Right now, the Borderlands are in chaos. Once our side collapses, Myriad Manifestations Palace will be able to devote all its strength to quelling the unrest. Wouldn't that be letting them off far too cheaply?
"Blood debts must be repaid in blood. The blood they've shed is still far from enough!
"No matter which Demon Lord they pledged loyalty to, after the war, they will all be liquidated by the humans. Since that is the case, they might as well squeeze out every last bit of their remaining value." Kongsang Qian's eyes were threaded with blood, his voice somewhat hoarse.
He was now a gambler who had lost until his eyes were red, with nothing left to his name except his own life.
Since he had nothing at all, he naturally had nothing to fear.
The struggles within the Sea Race were not inferior to those among humans, and the competition within the Merfolk Race was even more brutal. Kongsang Lifeng's branch was, in name, of imperial blood.
But in reality, after his father had fallen, not another Demon Sovereign-level powerhouse had emerged from their line.
Perhaps that would not have mattered in the past, but now that the Holy Emperor's lifespan was