A malignant wind swept across the Myriad Demon Nation, churning undercurrents into a frenzy as pressure shifted onto the Xiangliu clan.
Demonic winds swept across the Myriad Monster Kingdom, churning up surging undercurrents, and the pressure had come down on the Xiangliu Clan.
Patriarch Liu Cong found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.
Clan Leader Liu Cong was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Retreat was simply not an option; with so many pairs of eyes watching across the Myriad Demon Nation, if the Xiangliu clan dared to take a single step backward, there would be a second, a third, and countless more to follow.
They definitely could not retreat. So many eyes across the Myriad Monster Kingdom were watching. If the Xiangliu Clan dared take the first step back, there would be a second, a third, and countless more to follow.
The folkways of the Myriad Demon Nation were honest and rustic—the good townsfolk did not understand the concept of sending charcoal in snowy weather; they only knew how to loot it.
The people of the Myriad Monster Kingdom were simple and honest. They did not understand what it meant to send charcoal in the snow; they only knew how to snatch charcoal from someone caught in a blizzard.
Advancing was equally out of the question.
Advancing would not work either.
Former demon emperor, Xiangliu patriarch, premier demon of the Xiangliu...
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Liu Cong bore far too many labels on his shoulders and could not afford to lose. Defeated before the battle even began, he worried that losing a fight would drag his entire clan down into an abyss from which there was no return.
Liu Cong had too many labels attached to him.