The Greenfield People all around looked at Zhao Fu with traces of anger. This Great Qin Imperial Prince before them was simply far too arrogant and domineering!
Yet that Imperial Prince truly was powerful. Their world's strongest king—the strongest person in Greenfield World, once a Guardian of the Way himself—was clearly a notch weaker before this Great Qin Imperial Prince. He was plainly no match for him.
Now they could only glare helplessly. Not only did Zhao Fu not dare to strike rashly, neither did they. Gathered here were all of Greenfield World's forces; once they suffered losses, Greenfield World would have no soldiers left to use. That meant Greenfield World would have no ability to resist at all.
And in this world, they were not the only ones present. Countless vicious wolves were waiting nearby for an opportunity.
Even if they defeated Great Qin in the end, they would have no strength left to withstand the invasion of the surrounding worlds. The outcome would still be their destruction. They understood this, so despite Zhao Fu being so arrogant and overbearing, they could only swallow their anger.
The effeminate young man looked at Zhao Fu with cold eyes and said angrily, "Great Qin Imperial Prince, don't go too far! Do you think the Great Qin Empire is guaranteed a hundred-percent victory? There are three worlds on our side. Great Qin must be facing considerable resistance in the other two worlds as well, right?"
What he said was not wrong. Great Qin's offensives in Elf World and Half-Werewolf World had come to a halt, and the situation was much the same.
The remaining continents had poured all their strength into stopping Great Qin's advance, yet they too did not dare easily launch the final battle.
Zhao Fu snorted coldly. "So what?