Sanye the Demon Lord remained silent for a long while before saying with ringing force, "...Tell them to give up resisting!"
"What?" Ye Wanzong turned pale with shock. He could not believe such words had come from the father who had once looked down upon the world. Stunned beyond measure, he said, "Father, you..."
The pair of tiger eyes across from him, glowing with eerie red light, made him swallow the words at his lips. Sanye the Demon Lord made his decision with ruthless finality. "Immediately send out the order: all armies are to abandon meaningless resistance, swiftly rally together, and form a single great army... Even if our Demonic Path is to be utterly eradicated, we must not perish through passive resistance. We must die in glorious battle."
Sanye's red-glinting eyes suddenly fixed upon the skies beyond the palace. In that instant, the aura of one who looked down upon all beneath heaven seemed to return to him. Pointing toward the distant horizon outside the palace, he shouted, "There is no such word as 'resistance' in the lexicon of my Demonic Path! In the eyes of my Demonic Path, the so-called armies of the Three Realms are merely sheep whose numbers look frightening, while our demonic army is an army of tigers and wolves. Order the Seven Great Devil Kings to immediately gather all scattered forces that are resisting. I want them forged into a sharp blade, stabbed viciously into the enemy like tigers charging into a flock of sheep!"
"Make them remember this: do not get entangled with the armies of the Three Realms, and do not let their overwhelming numbers disrupt our rhythm of attack. We will concentrate superior forces and fight our battles. Once we are done, we leave; do not fall into a stalemate. We