"Outrageous! Marwan is being utterly ridiculous. He's acting on his own wishes—did he even ask whether Trute, Chagatai, and those four little brats were willing?" The moment Abbas read the letter, he sensed that something was wrong.
Yusuf was in Abbas's White Flame City. Unlike Marwan, who was single-mindedly determined to rescue the Nether Flame King, Yusuf and Abbas were not so invested in it. It was not that they did not want to help, but that they did not think Trute and the others were reliable.
In terms of absolute strength, the Flame God King Army surpassed the Nether Flame King Army. After all, they had returned from the Extraterritorial Battlefield, and their combat experience and strength both exceeded those of the Nether Flame King Army. If princes like Trute fought the Flame God King's princes, they would definitely be no match for them. Should anything happen, they would still have to ask Abbas and Yusuf's forces to join the battle.
Abbas and Yusuf believed that as long as they remained patient, they would eventually find a weakness in the Flame God King Army. But Marwan's unauthorized actions immediately placed them at a disadvantage.
"What should we do?" Yusuf asked.
Abbas sighed and said, "What else can we do? If all three of our factions joined together and refused to carry out the order, Trute and the others could do nothing to us. But now that Marwan has left, only our two factions remain. Competing for the Chaos Beast is simply unrealistic, and we might even be ambushed. Let's each order our armies to assemble."
Yusuf was somewhat unwilling. "Together, we still have twelve half-step God Kings. We might not be unable to seize the Chaos Beast in the southern swamp. Going north just like this is far too