Ten thousand years of plotting.
It had already worn Kong Jianghan's patience thin.
If the Heart of the Realm wasn't taken now, all subsequent plans would fall apart.
Within the Wilderness Realm, the allied army heard these words and their expressions flickered with doubt.
He's right.
If we just hand over the Heart of the Realm, wouldn't we be able to travel to other realms—and at least guarantee we survive?
There's really no reason to fight this war!
Let alone a war we're guaranteed to lose.
The Imperial Preceptor muttered that this was bad news internally.
He wanted to speak up.
But then, Chang'sheng stepped forward and roared, "Do you truly believe that handing it over is enough for them to spare your lives?"
His voice, amplified with spiritual energy, crashed into the ears of the allied army like thunder!
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Chang'sheng.
Seeing this, Chang'sheng quietly nodded to himself.
Perfect, I've got all their attention.
