Ye Cang looked at the five ancestors and snorted coldly. "Night Dynasty never made a move against them, yet they dared to attack Night Dynasty. Since they are unjust, don't blame me for being unrighteous. This battle is set in stone—I want to see who lives and who dies!"
Hearing this, one of the ancestors could not help but urge, "Ye Cang! We are at a severe disadvantage this time. To begin with, we have half as many troops as they do. More seriously, we lack top-tier combat power. We currently have only a little over seventy City Lords, while Evil Dynasty alone has over a hundred and twenty City Lords. With the other four factions, they have around a hundred and eighty."
"I think we should ask other factions for assistance! For example, you have a good relationship with the Demonic Dao Sect. You could try discussing it with them. Or perhaps we could negotiate with Evil Dynasty and see whether a reconciliation is possible!"
"That is impossible. Evil Dynasty has already pressured the other factions, and the Demonic Dao Sect will no longer help us. Better to rely on oneself than beg others. Nor do I have any intention of negotiating peace. Rest assured, I have confidence in this battle. You need not worry about anything!" Ye Cang declared in an unwavering tone that brooked no doubt.
The many ancestors could only sigh, shake their heads, and leave the room.
Before long, Zhao Fu received news that Night Dynasty had brought a large number of soldiers to attack Night Dynasty. This matter shocked the entire Demon South Continent. No one had expected Evil Dynasty to cross an entire continent just to attack Night Dynasty—what immense hatred was this?
The many factions merely watched as though enjoying a show.