"An utter disgrace! An absolute disgrace!"
Several days later, after waiting in vain for a reply, Lei Zongyuan, sect master of the Cloudthunder Sect, fully understood the stance of Li Chen and the Puppet Dao faction. He flew into a towering rage.
But after his anger passed, he slumped in dejection.
The Cloudthunder Sect was now a succulent piece of meat about to enter their enemy's mouth. Why would they let it go?
"Sect Master, we have no other choice now. We must fight to the death!" In the secret chamber, Wu Feng, an elder of the Cloudthunder Sect, urged him.
She had never expected the enemy to spare the sect in the first place, and was secretly pleased by this turn of events.
Lei Zongyuan's expression shifted between light and shadow, his thoughts unreadable.
The Cloudthunder Sect disciples busily preparing for war knew nothing of what had happened behind the scenes. They knew only that, although the enemy army had withdrawn, scattered harassment and exchanges of attrition never ceased.
The Insect Race Legion could refine flesh puppets at minimal cost, producing large numbers of larvae and assorted lesser troops, while the Mechanical Race made full use of energy and matter to manufacture all manner of weapons and equipment.
Artificial intelligence never grew tired or weary, either. Thus, the nominal pause merely meant that Li Chen and the other puppet masters were resting. In reality, the attacks continued, pressing the people of Cloud Province so hard they could barely breathe.
Countless bizarre, inconceivable devices were deployed on the battlefield, and were still being improved at an astonishing rate.
The entire Puppet Dao's philosophy of warfare seemed to be undergoing a subtle transformation as well.
Another day passed. In Materialized Heaven, at a private Dao Debate Platform.
Li Chen sat at