A Pack of Wolves from the Feng Family

"Hehe..."

Feng Dao sighed. He simply pretended to be deaf and acted as though he hadn't heard.

You call that fierce? The fiercest thing about you is probably your sky-reaching connections! He was only thinking about the pressure the Sole True Sect establishing a nation had brought to this side.

The Sole True Sect's successful establishment of a nation had inevitably been the result of negotiations between both sides. The higher-ups must have had their own considerations. It was bound to be filled with helplessness.

But... after that side had compromised this once, no matter the reason, the pressure it had brought to the main battlefield was immense.

As fortune increased, spiritual energy increased as well.

As spiritual energy increased, the people on that side advanced their cultivation more quickly.

This was the most intimate life-and-death sensation felt by the warriors on the main battlefield.

"If we attacked the enemy's secret realm ten times... or perhaps..." Fang Che asked unwillingly.

"There'd be no need to attack it ten times. We would only need to fight our way over there and hold it for one hundred hours. Then the spiritual energy over there would completely merge with ours, the entire secret realm would merge into one, and it would all belong to the Guardians!"

"Then it would be the same as expanding our borders."

Feng Dao said, "By then, a new, complete secret realm would appear over there, bordering this newly formed secret realm of ours. The war would escalate, and we'd use an even larger secret realm to fight over fortune with each other."

"What if we occupied that larger one for one hundred hours?"

Fang Che asked.

Feng Dao gave a strange laugh. "Connections, you sure have a damn lot of questions! Do you know that, over all these