"What... what should we do?"
Flameflow Imperial Heir could no longer maintain his composure or his bearing as an imperial heir. He spoke in a panic.
Mo Shan lowered his head, unable to answer.
All his life, he had learned how to please his master, how to manage the many minor worlds, and how to remain loyal. Strategy in starfield wars was simply not his strength.
An army of millions was sweeping toward them.
Who could stand against such an overwhelming tide?
"Imperial Heir, we should withdraw."
Sinking Mountain King stepped forward and said gravely, "We cannot defeat them head-on. That is not where our strength lies. But we do have an advantage."
"Our individual strength is greater!"
"If we delay them for a time and achieve some results, we can gain room to maneuver. With your status as an imperial heir of the Flame Stone Family, it will not be difficult to win back the allegiance of the kings and our clan's cultivators."
"Withdrawing for a while is neither defeat nor shame. How many great emperors of old fought their way through hardship and setbacks? They did not win every battle. Even True Dragons sometimes lay hidden, waiting for the right moment."
Jiang Ding silently approved.
The Horned Demon Imperial Clan had ruled the domain for so many years, yet it had not rotted from within. Its kings still possessed military acumen and clear heads. Their strength was formidable too, no weaker than the Immortal Orders' Spirit Transformation cultivators. That was rare indeed.
This was an opponent not to be underestimated.
"But..."
Flameflow Imperial Heir was still hesitating.
He was too young. He had never known the humiliation of fleeing for his life, and he cared deeply about face and glory. So he wavered, unwilling to abandon his hope