Ying Zisheng and the others had reached an agreement with the demonic beasts because Great Qian lacked sufficient top-tier combat power, and no one was willing to keep fighting.
But with Chen Fan, who likewise possessed marquis-level combat power, the situation would naturally be very different.
Yet Ying Zisheng shook his head. "If you had come even a month earlier, this might have been quite feasible. But now..."
Chen Fan raised his brows slightly.
Ying Zisheng continued, "Although I share your thoughts and hope to drive these demonic beasts out completely, the others may not think the same way..."
"Because our alliance has already reached an agreement with Myriad Demon Ridge. Neither side will deploy Chang Sheng-level combatants. No matter how powerful the demonic beasts of Myriad Demon Ridge are, they cannot possibly seize too much territory in the Southeastern Region in a day or two..."
"Though this is practically a calamity that blots out the sky and covers the earth for Great Qian's ordinary people and lower-level martial artists, to the experts of the alliance's other great sects and factions, this outcome is already good enough... They will not risk their lives to fight the demonic beasts to the death again."
"The Demon Emperor puts far too much pressure on people!"
At these words, Chen Fan sighed once more.
To most people in high positions, what did the lives of lower-level martial artists—or commoners—matter?
Even if everyone in Great Qian died and its lands fell completely, some people might not care.
Ying Zisheng looked at Chen Fan. "I am willing to act, but with my strength, I can at most hold back one of the Demon Emperor's clones. As for the rest of my Formless Sect, they cannot stop the Demon Emperor's second clone..."
If they could not stop