Everyone's expressions were grim. Yellow Sand City's strength had originally been on par with Dark Night City's.
Yet their own king had led an army out a year ago, only to return after a crushing defeat. As many as thirty percent of the city's devil cultivators had been killed or injured.
Dark Night City had yet to recover its strength, and the king's injuries had not fully healed. With Yellow Sand City striking while they were weak, they feared defeat was inevitable.
The strategist said tactfully, "There are not many cultivators in the city. If we face them head-on, I fear Dark Night City will be erased from the map."
A savage look surfaced on the Dark Night Demon King's face. "You want me to abandon the city and flee?"
The strategist jumped in fright. "I would not dare. If we can ask the neighboring Sangluo City to send troops, not only can we defend Dark Night City, we may even have a chance to kill Yellow Sand Demon King in return."
The Dark Night Demon King silently clenched his fists. Unfortunately, he had offended the Sangluo Demon King in his early years, and Sangluo City had already refused his request.
As for the other demon kings, they were only too happy to watch the spectacle. Why would they be willing to send troops to aid him?
He only hated that battle a year ago—the one he had been brimming with confidence of winning—had ended in defeat!
The Dark Night Demon King closed his eyes. "I understand. You may all leave."
The cultivators in the outer city could still hold out for a while. For now, they could only wait and see whether a turning point might appear.
One day later, at Yellow Sand Demon King's command, all Soul Transformation