Farmer smiled. "Lord Black King, I have a small suggestion. You needn't work so hard. Naturally, we cannot handle an existence like the Evil God, but Azure Dragon was one of the former Ten Kings. After becoming a Pseudo-Human, he cannot even use Transcendence abilities.
Although Qilin Marshal is a legendary figure, he is still ultimately human, and he is already over a hundred years old. Even if there is a gap between us, we may not necessarily lack the strength to fight him.
In my opinion, having nine of us deal with a single Azure Dragon is truly wasteful. Why not send four people to resist Azure Dragon and the Pseudo-Human army, while the remaining five help you deal with Qilin Marshal?
That way, you can focus on dealing with the Evil God. What do you think?"
Farmer's words won the approval of quite a few people. They too felt that Black King's allocation was unreasonable. Nine kings against one Azure Dragon? Wasn't that like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
Even if Azure Dragon had a Pseudo-Human army, they had the remaining elites of every major faction. They only needed to hold them off for a while until the others could free up their hands. Pseudo-Humans merely had greater numbers—what else could they amount to?
So four kings would definitely be enough. With the remaining five kings joining forces, could they really not stand against Qilin Marshal alone?
Painter's lips nearly curled into the sky. What a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins.
Four people wanted to fight Azure Dragon? They clearly had never seen the terror of a million Blood Qi.
Seeing the varied expressions on everyone's faces, Bai Ye understood. Farmer was mocking Azure Dragon for being foolish and Lu Chen for being old.
In truth,