Qianye knew he couldn’t hope for the Attawa to have any knowledge of war. The holy mountain was more like a religion to them, and there was little room for negotiation when it came to religion. Even the blessing he had received from the holy spirit did little to change this fact.

Qianye discarded any thoughts of contracting the frontlines to near the holy land, but he wasn’t about to ignore the Attawa’s lousy tactics. It was too late to rush over now—a couple hundred Attawa and their giant wargods would not last against the Lightless Monarch.

Hence, Qianye grabbed the elder and practically roared into his ears, “Listen to me if you don’t want your soldiers dying for nothing. Only I can handle that black demon...