"I think, with the strength of our Cultivator Camp, the Three Thousand Six Hundred World Groups are too few," Lord Nai Gu said with deep green skin. "We can now definitely command Eight Thousand World Groups!"
"Oh, Nai Gu, don't you often say wars can be lost?" Jin swung his tail covered in scale armor slowly and chuckled sneakily. "And now you're the first to call for war?"
"I always felt that strength and territory should match," Lord Nai Gu said. "Before Luo Feng appeared, we seven lords were indeed weak, unable to even contend with the Ice Peak Camp, let alone the Innate Primordial Camp. And indeed, the result of the fight was as expected, with world group after world group faltering."
"It's not that we wanted war; it was the Innate Primordial Camp that wanted to eradicate our foundation," Yuan said. "We had no choice but to fight!"
