"Chthon, is there really no way to stop Arena Space? This is too passive."
As Black Dragon flew helplessly toward Arena Space, he asked Chthon and the others. Chthon and the others sighed helplessly. If they had a way, they would have rescued Conqueror Kang long ago.
"How did this turn into the same setup as the last war?"
Chthon had a headache. It was not that the previous war's strategy had been bad. The problem was that they had lost that war.
The previous strategy had actually been fine. They simply had not expected King of Abilities to be so formidable, nor had they expected him to deceive them with a clone. But a loss was a loss. They could not keep using the same strategy. If nothing else, it was bad luck.
What, they were Skyfathers and still cared about luck? Of course they did. Even gods cared about such things.
Seeing that Chthon and the others had no solution, Black Dragon cursed. Then, he quietly asked Andrew, "Boss, how far should we take this? Should we let them defeat us, or should both sides draw and stall for time in there?"
They definitely could not win. After all, aside from A-Train, those Earthlings were all unyielding people who would rather die than surrender. What if they really killed them?
"Fight normally. Do whatever you would normally do."
Andrew said, "I specifically gave them a Trump Card. In a one-on-one fight, they are no match for you, but in a group battle, the situation is entirely different.
"Also, when it comes down to it, you can use Destiny Divine Ability. They will have a way to counter it. In short, do not put on an act. Do what you should do."
"Boss, I don't like hearing that. Those