Inside the Sun Moon Empire's commander's tent, the atmosphere had turned somewhat rigid.
The high-ranking officers gathered together, staring at Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, their eyes concealing restrained anger.
Ju Zi's expression was especially grave.
"As I said, the first clash must primarily be fought with cold weapons. I need to see people die." Zhongli Wu's gaze swept across the crowd, carrying an intimidating pressure that shook the soul.
Even the battle-hardened generals instinctively avoided meeting his eyes.
"If you agree, the strong members of my sect will remain here to assist you. If you refuse, this Cult Leader will immediately withdraw everyone." Zhongli Wu threatened coldly. "You have already wasted enough time."
He was dissatisfied. They had occupied the Mingdou Mountain Range for days, yet Ju Zi still refused to act. At this rate, when would he be able to complete his harvest through the Death Spiral Array?
For a moment, everyone turned to Ju Zi.
This decision carried immense pressure, because the Sun Moon Empire relied on soul tools to bombard the enemy first before dispatching ordinary legions to clear the battlefield.
If ordinary soldiers were sent directly into sword-and-blade combat with Star Luo Empire soldiers, the casualty rate would be too high and could easily provoke an uproar among the troops.
They might look down on the Star Luo Empire's soul tools, but they would never underestimate the individual combat strength of Star Luo Empire soldiers.
After briefly weighing the gains and losses as commander, Ju Zi said solemnly, "The Holy Spirit Cult has not contributed enough for me to do this. We deployed troops into the Star Luo Empire ahead of schedule despite insufficient resources. That was already more than enough in response to your Holy Spirit Cult headquarters being attacked."
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