Facing It Head-on

"Food... hehe... food???!!! What fine 'food'..."

Realization dawned on Jian Shang. So furious that he laughed instead, he murmured those words, his face white as paper, his eyes bloodshot, his anger blazing...

Rage, grief, and indignation, mingled with a little helplessness, resignation, and sorrow...

Leaving aside the Vietnam Region's total population and the exact size of its armies.

The hundred million Otherworlders and roughly five million regular troops alone were enough. They could hardly all mobilize, but Vietnam had been unified—surely a tenth of them could? Otherwise, the Vietnam Region could never have been united. That was enough to leave the Huan Kingdom feeling powerless...

Three days ago, Jian Shang could see no chance of victory for his side. Now, he still could not think of any way to respond.

It all came down to one word... sudden!

In three days, even the Heaven-Sacrificing Altars in the various cities had yet to be completed, let alone recruitment, training, equipment, and everything else. What could the Huan Kingdom use to resist the Vietnamese armies?!

True, the Huan Kingdom already had four Loose Immortals, five counting Jian Shang. Di Wushuang had joined them afterward, and Li Tong, Meng Tian, and Lan Ge were three prospective False Loose Immortals. Their top-level strength was indeed formidable; they could just barely be counted as nine Loose Immortals.

Were those nine Loose Immortals, Jian Shang included, supposed to hold back the Vietnamese armies?

Enough ants could bite an elephant to death!

If the nine Loose Immortals really went, they would certainly be mobbed to death.

Besides, nine was the ultimate number. Given the Vietnam Region's population and King Luolong's brutality and ferocity, there was no reason he could not gather nine Loose Immortals. The Huan Kingdom would still be at a disadvantage!

"Don't dwell on it!