Long Ao, lord of the Dragon Clan, understood the principle that when the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman reaped the rewards.
He used that trick often.
A thousand meters in the air, atop a giant dragon.
"Dragon Lord, I feel there is something suspicious about this. If we rush there recklessly, I fear..." A trusted subordinate approached Long Ao, then trailed off.
"Put away your worries. They're entirely unnecessary. Both sides fought a chaotic battle. With the Desolate Heaven Ancient Clan losing several Ancestors, how much better off do you think the other side could be?" Long Ao declared forcefully.
"..." The subordinate had no answer.
Seeing his silence, Long Ao continued laying out his reasoning. "At a time like this, we should take the initiative all the more. Settle things before they can react and send reinforcements. We cannot let our natural geographical advantage go to waste."
Long Ao had calculated it. Even if the other continents closest to them rushed over at top speed, he would already have left Desolate Heaven with a vast haul and returned to Ten Thousand Dragon Valley by the time they arrived.
Long Ao did not believe they would dare launch an attack on Ten Thousand Dragon Valley right after fighting Desolate Heaven, when they needed to rest and recover.
That would be no different from seeking their own deaths!
Unlike them, Ten Thousand Dragon Valley's forces had been kept in peak condition, ready to enter a major battle at any moment, every warrior brave and mighty.
"Relax. There won't be any problems. It's not as though I came unprepared." Long Ao smiled confidently.
"Everything will be done as you command, Dragon Lord." Hearing this, the subordinate said no more.
He knew that no matter how much he said, he could never