The Nine Provinces lost their opening battle, then suffered a second consecutive defeat.
Although this was still far from the hundred deaths stipulated by Yinglong, even losing more than half their fighters would fail to serve as a deterrent.
They needed victory, an overwhelming victory!
They needed to deal the ambitious Demon Savage Continent a blow straight to the head, so that whenever thoughts of invasion arose, they would remember the pain of this day.
But Li Yang thought differently.
Those not of our kind would surely harbor different hearts.
He did not believe a deeply threatening neighbor became a good neighbor merely by refraining from invasion.
Only a neighbor that posed no threat was a good neighbor.
If he held power, he would never wait until the day their lands adjoined. He would lead countless supreme experts from the Nine Provinces into the Demon Savage Continent and establish the rules through slaughter.
Only then could he protect the innocent people of the Nine Provinces.
He also knew that the Dao Alliance had too many reservations.
Precisely for that reason, they could never allow such a threat to erupt after their lands adjoined.
Even if war meant deaths, the deaths of countless living beings from the Nine Provinces.
As long as the outcome was victory, it would be a good thing for the future generations of the Nine Provinces and its people.
But he understood that cultivators were driven by gain.
Almost no one regarded vanquishing demons and defending the Dao as a benefit in itself. They merely saw it as a means to obtain benefits.
When Hai Mo died in battle, he remained silent.
When the Supreme Yin Kun Cultivator died in battle, he remained silent still.
Like the stillness before a storm, a terrifying pressure radiated from him,