He paused, then continued, "Secondly, I ask Your Majesty to issue an edict ordering all major sects to send additional manpower and mobilize Fifth Turn and Sixth Turn experts to the Northern Border.
"When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact? If the Demon Race charges straight through, not a single sect or school will escape."
"And also—"
Han Chong's voice grew heavier, and a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.
"I ask Your Majesty to send someone to the Zhou Kingdom for aid.
"That Cangwu Old Ancestor has successfully transformed into a dragon. To kill him, at least a Seventh Turn expert must take action.
"The Zhou Kingdom has deep foundations and more Seventh Turn experts than our kingdom. If we can invite one or two to assist us, only then will we stand a chance of victory."
Yu Hong slowly sat back upon the dragon throne, drew a deep breath, and pressed down the fury in his heart bit by bit.
He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze had regained the calm and decisiveness of an emperor.
"Convey My decree."
"Han Chong, I appoint you Grand Marshal of the South. Set out north immediately with three hundred thousand elite cavalry. Be stationed in Zhennan City, gather the routed soldiers, and rebuild the defensive line."
"As for the sects, I will personally write to them and order them to send additional manpower. They are not permitted to shirk their duty."
"As for the Zhou Kingdom—"
Yu Hong looked toward the distant horizon beyond the great hall, his voice low and weighty.
"I will send a special envoy to the Zhou Kingdom to request aid. No matter the price, we must invite Seventh Turn experts here."
Two days were