She had planned to launch a surprise attack on the West Sea Dragon Clan in half a month. She had never expected them to strike first.
The other Devil Saints in the Great Hall were surprised by the news as well.
They all looked at Evil Heart Demon Saint and asked, "Commander, what should we do now?"
A cold smile touched Evil Heart Demon Saint's lips. "If they're coming, we'll give them a proper welcome. This is the perfect chance to show them what we can do!"
Evil Heart Demon Saint knew that although the West Sea Dragon Clan had more troops, the defenses of their Lair were formidable, without a single gap to slip through.
Even if the entire West Sea Dragon Clan came, they had nothing to fear. They had powerful formations and mighty gun emplacements. The moment the Dragon Race's warships drew close, those guns would destroy them.
Without the warships' support, the Saint Dragons alone could never break through the Lair's defenses.
At Evil Heart Demon Saint's command, the Devil Race experts immediately passed the order down. Many Devil Saints rose and left at once.
Three days later, the West Sea Dragon Clan's fleet finally reached the outskirts of the Devil Race Lair.
Evil Heart Demon Saint and the others watched a vast Light Screen before them. Across it, they saw the West Sea Dragon Clan's fleet advancing in a mighty procession.
The fleet showed no sign of slowing. At this speed, it would enter the range of the Lair's colossal Giant Cannons in less than half an incense stick's time.
Just then, the West Sea Dragon King, standing at the bow of the Flagship, shot into the sky as a streak of light. The king returned to its true form: an enormous yellow Saint Dragon