"Clan Patriarch, even the Soul Crystal Cannons can't blast through that island-protecting formation. With so few men, how can we break through it?"
Du Yin hurried to catch up with Du Xiang. Though he was Du Xiang's trusted confidant, he was puzzled too.
"How can you be so muddleheaded as well? Since we know perfectly well that even the Soul Crystal Cannons can't blast through it, why fire them? We might as well set off fireworks. They'd give us all the noise and spectacle we wanted..."
Speaking of this filled Du Xiang with righteous indignation. Unfortunately, his standing in the tribe was no longer as absolute as before. His words no longer carried the same weight, and his men were harder to lead.
"Fire! Blast them with everything you've got! Don't begrudge the soul crystals! Take Star Island, kill them all, and plunder everything!"
Over here, however, Du Lang was in splendid spirits, and his shouting was especially vigorous.
"Grandfather, since we can't blast it open, your grandson actually thinks it's rather wasteful too..."
The Eastern Nether Great Tribe had indeed spent a vast sum of soul crystals to curry favor with the Kunling Sect. Now the entire tribe was stretched so thin that pulling down its lapels exposed its elbows, leaving him, the next Clan Patriarch, somewhat worried.
"What the hell do you know? If one shot can't blast it open, can a hundred not do it? How many soul crystals has the Star Great Tribe stockpiled? Wouldn't that be enough to cover this little expenditure?"
Du Lang bristled and glared, wondering why these Divine Cultivators who were to become Clan Patriarchs all had such narrow horizons.
"I'm also firing especially for that old bastard to see. Best if it angers him to death, so you can take the