Satan's style was like a loach in a swamp—flexible and ever-changing.
At the same time, it could provoke enemies to the greatest extent and uncover more openings in the process.
Yue Shen's style, on the other hand, was more like a jackal in the woods—cunning and cautious.
At the same time, it allowed for a higher margin of error. Mistakes were less likely, and she could advance or retreat with ease.
Of course, Xiao Tianyang liked both styles very much.
Or rather, what he liked was the final success, not the style itself.
However, although the plan had taken on a rough outline, it was not yet time to put it into action.
At the very least, Li Cunxiao, the key figure, had not yet taken his place.
Furthermore, Eternal Night had not caused any substantial losses to the Sea of Ten Thousand Evils.
Therefore, even if the plan itself was perfect, it did not mean it would ultimately achieve the desired results.
After all, the content of a plan was only one factor that influenced the outcome, not everything.
At the very least, they had to possess two out of favorable timing, favorable terrain, and popular support to achieve their final objective.
As for how to seize that opportunity, it depended on whether the commander was capable enough.
Xiao Tianyang believed Yue Shen had that ability.
Therefore, he did not intend to involve himself in the plan.
But that did not affect the plan itself.
Besides, there were only around ten minutes left before Nixon appeared.
Xiao Tianyang would be moving too quickly if he gave them an answer now.
Even if Yue Shen had later said there was no need to worry about such details, the other side would definitely take the bait.
Because the Senluo Giant Elephant