After hearing Feng Qi's suggestion, the Mist Lord looked utterly bewildered.
Feng Qi stood up, reached out to pat the Mist Lord on the shoulder, and grinned.
"As long as you can send me into the enemy's clan territory, leave everything after that to Little Black. It will wipe out everything for you. At least before I die, I can be put to good use. My death will have value."
But the Mist Lord shook his head.
"There's absolutely no need. I'm certain of victory against the surrounding opponents now. Sending you over would indeed relieve a great deal of pressure for me, but it would also cause me tremendous losses."
Feng Qi was utterly confused by those words.
"How would having Little Black help you clear out your enemies cause you tremendous losses?"
"It seems the effects of memory overlap haven't faded yet. Think carefully—what kind of resources does my Mist Race primarily rely on to rise?"
"What resources... are you talking about vitality and blood?"
The Mist Lord nodded.
"Vitality and blood are the key resources behind the rise of my Mist Race. These surrounding factions do indeed have many conflicts of interest with me, but they also bring me immense benefits. This is the strategy I have always practiced: Sustaining War Through War. Every time I defeat a neighboring faction, I gain an enormous amount of vitality and blood. The stronger the opponent, the greater the benefits they can bring to my race."
"So if you have Little Black wipe out my opponents, it will disrupt my original plans and cause me tangible losses. By now, the best resources are generally controlled by the powerful races. In my eyes, these surrounding factions are indispensable potential resources for the Mist Race's further rise."
After hearing the Mist Lord's