Ye Cang was the ruler of the Night Dynasty, the person with the greatest authority in the Night Dynasty. No matter what decision he made, they could only obey. This matter could only be left to him to handle. Perhaps he might have a way to face this crisis.
Because Ye Cang had a mysterious faction supporting him from behind, and that mysterious cloaked man alone possessed power so overwhelmingly strong that all of them had been killed before him without the slightest ability to resist.
Their only reliance now was that mysterious faction, but the key was whether it would be willing to act. If it abandoned the Night Dynasty, then the Night Dynasty would have virtually no chance of survival and would inevitably be wiped out by the allied armies of every side.
Ye Cang sat above them, expressionless, as though deep in thought.
Everyone turned their gazes toward the cloaked man standing off to one side. They were all exceedingly careful around him, afraid that one careless move might anger him and get them killed.
"Master! I am yours. I will only serve you alone." Demon Enchantress held Zhao Fu in her arms, a trace of worry on her face. She had no desire to become someone else's plaything.
Those people had actually included her in the contract. Demon Enchantress truly wanted to slaughter every last one of them. She was willing to be Zhao Fu's plaything because Zhao Fu could give her that ability to sink into illusion, but that did not mean she would let others toy with her as they pleased.
Yet even though she did not want this now, under such overwhelming pressure, quite a few people already wanted to offer her up. They simply had not said it aloud.
Using one woman