"Emperor!"
Hongxiu and the others rushed forward in a panic to steady him.
"Rats! Lingxiao's cowardly rats!"
Long Aotian's eyes blazed as he let out an enraged roar.
For a long time, he hadn't understood why Qin Feng kept calling Lingxiao Palace a bunch of rats. Now he finally understood: Lingxiao Palace was nothing but a pack of shameless, treacherous rats.
"Emperor, please calm down!"
Hongxiu hurriedly reminded him, "Getting angry won't help the battle one bit. You should decide soon: do we keep marching on the Immortal Alliance, or return to reinforce the God of War Hall's headquarters?"
"Right. Now isn't the time to lose our heads!"
Long Aotian forced down his fury and began weighing the gains and losses.
If he chose to keep leading his troops against the Immortal Alliance, never mind whether they could capture it—his base, which he'd spent ten thousand years building, would certainly be lost.
But if he chose to return and reinforce his base, that would not only give the Immortal Alliance a chance to catch its breath; it would also shatter the myth that Long Aotian was undefeated.
"Emperor, I advise that we return and reinforce our base!"
Just as Long Aotian hesitated, a weak voice rang out.
Following the script Director Qin had given him before the battle, Bairi appeared before Long Aotian with Wang Xu supporting him. He was gravely wounded and pale, but his gaze was unwavering.
"Who are you?"
Long Aotian's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared straight at Bairi.
Though Bairi had joined the God of War Hall on Wang Xu's recommendation, he was only an affiliated member, much like an outer disciple of the Immortal Alliance. He hadn't officially joined the God of War Hall.
"Reporting to the Emperor!"
Wang Xu hurriedly answered, tense.