"Everyone, although we have gained an excellent chance to turn the tables, we have also been met with the most severe challenge yet."
"Su Mo's strength cannot be underestimated. If we allow him to run rampant in our territory, we will inevitably be placed at an extreme disadvantage before the second gamble begins. Therefore, this time, every tribe must cooperate wholeheartedly and keep Su Mo here at any cost. We must launch an all-out assault on the Hundred Severed Mountain Range and ensure that he is trapped to death in this region!"
After finishing those three points, once the discussion in the hall had quieted somewhat, Curse Tiger once again clarified the purpose of summoning all the foreign-race leaders here today.
Abandon development and make a desperate final gamble.
Only three months remained before the second gamble. No matter how quickly the foreign races developed, it would be difficult for them to make any further changes capable of determining the situation.
Besides, while the foreign races were developing, humanity was developing too.
Never mind whether they could widen the gap—even avoiding being left behind by humanity would already require the foreign races to have deep reserves.
Therefore, of the three hundred million foreign races stationed in the east, aside from the portion that had to guarantee logistics, all the rest would become soldiers and participate in this battle.
Without a doubt, this was a plan that sounded completely insane.
The number of soldiers would expand from twelve million to three hundred million—a full twenty-five-fold increase, and nearly forty times the size of the New Star Legion.
Once the frontline checkpoints collapsed, the foreign races would surge in unhindered and turn the tables perfectly.
"Wait, Curse Tiger Lord."
Just as all the foreign-race leaders were immersed in the grand vision Curse