Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. "Hóng's destructive power is too great."
"We've considered that, too," Qiong Xi'er said. "We'll concentrate our forces and launch a counterattack, striking into the Technology Starfield and detonating it there."
Lu Yin fell into thought. It wouldn't be easy to launch a counterattack.
"Actually, it'll be easy," Wei Rong said with a confident smile. "All we need to do is let the Sixth Continent know that we intend to counterattack."
"The difficult part is ensuring Ancestor Jianshan returns safely after we detonate Hóng, and avoiding interference from Old Ancestor Mo Jiang. Those are the real problems," Qiong Xi'er said.
Lu Yin understood what they meant. "I'll speak with Glory Hall and Ancestor Jianshan."
Before long, Wei Rong and the others left.
As Zhu San departed, he shot Lu Yin a vicious glare.
Lu Yin fell into thought. Their plan wasn't particularly clever. In an ordinary war, it would have been easy to come up with. But this was a border war involving countless people across the entire Outer Universe. Even Glory Hall couldn't afford to suffer the slightest loss. They might never have considered a counterattack because they couldn't bear the consequences of failure.
If the counterattack failed, the losses would be enormous. The person who proposed the idea might even become a sinner for all time. So even if most people thought of counterattacking, they wouldn't dare say it aloud.
Only people like Wei Rong and the others, who had plenty of ideas but little experience with border wars, would be so eager to suggest it.
There was no perfect plan in this world. Any strategy could fail; what mattered was whether one could bear the consequences.
Lu Yin took a deep breath. It was time to request an audience with Master Yuan.
But