Elder Hu Feng said in a deep voice, "Patriarch, Young Master, the people on these islands are no weaklings. If we attack head-on, victory is far from certain. Shall I return and bring another hundred Demon Kings?"
Lin Su said, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Elder Hu Feng, but we will not attack head-on!"
Not attack head-on?
The Patriarch's beautiful eyes shifted. "Young Master asked for a hundred Formation Stones. Could it be that you intend to deploy some exquisite grand formation?"
"The Patriarch has sharp eyes!" Lin Su said. "That is exactly right!"
He raised his hand, the Precious Brush in his grasp. He sketched a few strokes onto one Formation Stone, then a few more onto another. In the blink of an eye, all thirty-six Formation Stones had been inscribed.
"Esteemed seniors!" Lin Su bowed deeply. "Last night, these bandits slaughtered four thousand Haining civilians. In ten days, they intend to bathe Haining in blood. Though humans and demons walk different paths, the hearts that defend one's home and protect one's clan are cast from the same mold. You are all men of iron and blood, willing to spill your blood upon the battlefield for the fox clan. Today, are you willing to fight a battle for Lin?"
Bloodlight flickered in the Demon Kings' eyes as they all looked toward the Patriarch.
The Patriarch smiled brightly. "I am no man of iron and blood. I merely repay kindness with kindness and vengeance with vengeance. Young Master won a chance at life for the Qingqiu clan; the Qingqiu clan will fight one battle for Young Master!"
"Kill!" Thirty-six Demon Kings roared in unison.
As the roar rang out, thirty-six plumes of thick smoke shot toward Thousand Island Lake...
Above Thousand Island Lake, a leader suddenly raised his head.