Tubo Fortress, Obelisk Tower.
The Black Robe Wizard stood before the sand table and said in a low voice, "Xiao Tianyang's intentions are already very clear."
His staff pointed at Floating City No. 3, his expression grave.
"Once the Southeast Allied Army gains complete control of that region, they will immediately advance north."
"And once the Northeast District falls, Blazing Fire Fortress will certainly be impossible to hold."
"Moreover, Xiao Tianyang has trapped all of the Heavenly Dao Faction's people in the southwest corner, directly scrapping the plan they made at the beginning."
"There are now two paths before us."
"One is covered in thorns."
"Though difficult to traverse, the rewards of succeeding would be enough to support a comeback from adversity."
"The other is more troublesome, carries less risk, and offers smaller gains."
"However, at best, the final result would only be driving back the Heavenly Martial Dynasty—a temporary fix, not a permanent cure."
The Night King said indifferently, "Which method suits us best?"
He did not waste time asking further questions.
Naturally, the Black Robe Wizard's conduct was also a form of respect.
Although the Black Robe Wizard was never polite to others, his temperament did not make him blindly arrogant.
At the very least, he understood the distinction between superiors and subordinates, and he also knew the Night King's standing within the Abyss Faction.
Making pointless provocations was something only fools would do.
Smart people would keep every usable force in their hands rather than turn themselves into a source of hatred.
"Only by choosing the first path do we have any hope of turning things around."
The Black Robe Wizard said coldly, "The Heavenly Martial Dynasty has a total of ten Group Armies, as well as Xiao Tianyang's ten Imperial Guards."
His staff pointed toward the