"What did you just say?" Patriarch Ye had been discussing what came next with Liu Xuanming in detail.
But when the human cultivator hurried in, she sprang to her feet and knocked the teacup off the table.
The cup struck the floor with a crisp crack and shattered into pieces.
Tea splashed everywhere like scattered raindrops.
Patriarch Ye's expression darkened. "Gather every human clansman at once. Head to the nearest battlefield and help those demon False Gods hold off the Natives. Don't let the Natives wipe them out!"
The human cultivator hastily cupped his fists, then stumbled out of the room as fast as he could.
Silence fell over the hall. It felt like a land of the dead, weighing heavily on every heart.
After a brief pause, Patriarch Ye turned to Liu Xuanming and the others. "My lords, there's no time to deliberate. We must reach the battlefield at once and adapt as things unfold. Please, hold nothing back."
The situation was clear now. Liu Xuanming knew they had to reach the battlefield quickly.
First, they needed to steady the situation.
Otherwise, once the lips were gone, the teeth would feel the cold. If the demon False Gods fell to the Natives, they would be next.
By then, even with six elite Essence Transformation Realm fighters on their side, they might not withstand the Natives' assault—even if their numbers doubled.
Liu Xuanming exchanged glances with Qin An and the others. Once they agreed, he nodded his assent.
Patriarch Ye said no more and immediately led them outside.
Beyond the palace, another half an incense stick's walk brought them to a vast open space.
Bluestone slabs covered the entire expanse.
Even with a careful look, its end was nowhere in sight.
Cultivators packed the space shoulder to shoulder.
Ninety-nine percent