The more Meng Chao analyzed, the more alarmed he became.
"Jackal" Kanus's combination blows had come like a violent storm, dense and impenetrable.
Under his covert manipulation, the fate of the Great Horned Legion had been sealed from the very moment it was founded.
Yet no matter how cunning and calculating this sinister "Netherworld Wolf" was, he could never have accounted for Meng Chao, an unforeseen factor returned from the apocalypse.
"Don't panic. There's still a chance to turn defeat into victory!
"After all, 'Jackal' Kanus noticed the connection between the Ancient Dream Saintess and me, forcing him to act ahead of schedule and strike in haste.
"His arrangements might not be entirely in place. There must still be hardened veterans within the Great Horned Legion, battle-tested elites with unyielding wills, who won't be affected by the Fear Bomb and have a chance to retreat to the Underground Base in the south.
"And I've already persuaded the Ancient Dream Saintess. She has grown suspicious and wary of the Great Horned Rat God, so she won't be so easily manipulated by 'Jackal' Kanus.
"As long as I rescue the Ancient Dream Saintess in time.
"There may still be a chance to turn the tide—at the very least, to leave 'Jackal' Kanus with a thorn in his throat!"
Meng Chao's thoughts raced, and in an instant, he seized upon the key to victory and defeat.
It was whether the Ancient Dream Saintess lived or died.
If the Ancient Dream Saintess lived, it meant that the Great Horned Legion still existed.
The freedom and dignity of countless ratfolk would still have hope.
Dragon City Civilization could also gain a powerful and trustworthy ally within Turan Civilization.
If the Ancient Dream Saintess died, however, it would mean that the torrent of the age was