"What... should we do?"
The Flame Liu Imperial Son could no longer maintain his composure or the bearing of an Imperial Son. He said in panic.
Mo Shan lowered his head, unable to answer.
All his life, he had learned how to curry favor with his master, how to manage the many minor realms, and how to remain loyal at all times. As for strategy in such star domain wars, he was truly not skilled in it.
Several million troops were advancing in an unstoppable sweep.
Before such a magnificent, surging tide, who could stand in its way?
"Imperial Son, withdraw."
King Shen Shan stepped forward and said solemnly, "We cannot defeat them head-on. That is not our advantage. However, we may not be without advantages."
"That is, stronger individual strength!"
"As long as we delay for a time, achieve some results, and win ourselves some room to maneuver, then with your status as an Imperial Son of the Flame Stone Family, it will not be difficult to regain the loyalty of the many kings and clan cultivators."
"Withdrawing for a time is neither defeat nor disgrace. How many ancient Great Emperors fought their way out through hardship and setbacks? They were not always victorious. True dragons, too, lurk in hiding, waiting for the right time."
Jiang Ding gave a faint inward nod of approval.
The Horned Demon Tribe had ruled this realm for so many years, yet it had not decayed. The kings within the tribe still possessed sufficient strategic insight and intelligence, and their strength was not poor either, no weaker than an Immortal Sect's Spirit Transformation cultivators. That was truly rare.
This was an opponent who could not be underestimated.
"This..."
The Flame Liu Imperial Son was still hesitating.
He was simply too young. He had never