Dark Tianji listened quietly to Li Yonghao's report, his face alarmingly serene. None of the Dark Heavenly Stem Saints knew what he was thinking, yet all shivered in silence, quietly awaiting his orders.
"Good, very good. Indeed, worthy of Saints chosen by destiny. Four million five hundred thousand people, that's forty percent of my entire Dark Army, including logistical support troops. The Magician casualties are nearing thirty percent. Yes, they've done really well. These Light Thieves are truly worthy of the Saints' name."
Li Yonghao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Lord Tianji, why don't we go ourselves? Although we may not necessarily defeat them, we can certainly distract them if we find them. Once the holy war starts, we won't have to fear their disturbances. With you personally overseeing Holy Evil Island, I believe they wouldn't dare to come again."
