Blood-Handed Prince Moro Yin's face revealed a trace of delight when he heard Hai Wuya's assurance.
"With your guarantee, sir, that is enough!"
At this moment, fierce arguments were also raging within the armies of the other two Chosen Ones.
Behind King of Slaughter Qu Keyin stood the Slaughter Demon Sect, and stationed within the army was one of the sect's Longevity cultivators—Killer Daoist.
Qu Keyin's expression was grim. "Everyone, we have received the latest news. It seems something has gone wrong at North Province's border pass!"
"Half of the Dao soldiers have been withdrawn, and great quantities of provisions and military supplies have been transported away. The defenses within the pass are weak. This may be a good opportunity."
"But it may also be a trap. What are your opinions?"
A burly general said in a booming voice, "My King! The Nine Provinces are in turmoil now. Li Qinglian, who originally presided over North Province, has already led the main force south."
"It is highly likely that he has encountered some enormous problem, which is why he has mobilized his reserve forces."
"As for whether it is real or false, we can first send twenty thousand troops to attack. We will quickly learn the truth."
"There are at most twenty thousand men inside, and once we make a move, the other two major tribes will move as well."
"As long as each side dispatches twenty thousand troops, a total of sixty thousand soldiers will be enough to seize this border pass."
"If they truly have only twenty-five thousand defenders, then if we launch the first attack, we will have the easiest time breaking through."
"By the time the other two major tribes catch up, they will inevitably be one step too late."
"As the saying goes, one step slow,