"Therefore, I boldly suggest that we immediately mobilize all low-tier bloodline armies from other fronts that have not yet been entangled by the human race, regardless of cost, gather them here entirely, and focus them here as the final fuel!"
As his words fell, the hall was plunged into a deathly silence.
Only the faint crackling of the ghastly green flames could be heard.
"Concentrating three million low-tiers here?"
A royal member covered in dark green rock-like skin, shaped like a short stout fortress, spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with doubt, "Such a huge number, can Fang Qingyu's forces handle them?"
The words had barely been finished.
Beside him, a royal member whose entire body was covered in sticky black oil, resembling an amorphous sludge, let out a mocking laugh.
"Heh..."
