“Win or lose, we’ll fight!”
“Since they’re not ready either...we have to strike now!”
“It's just war, isn’t it?! Even though we don't know how long it will last, it’ll happen eventually anyway; we might as well get on with it!”
Numerous shouting voices rose up from all parts of the Mountain and Sea Realm. As they echoed out, Meng Hao remained silent, and yet, his eyes flickered with an intense desire to do battle.
“Perhaps after some preparation I could focus even more of the Mountain and Sea Realm’s power,” he thought. “However... by that time, the two other terrifying enemies will have arrived.
“Since that’s the case, why not fight now? If we can wipe out the 33 Heavens before the other two forces arrive... perhaps victory won’t be an impossibility!” Meng Hao’s eyes glittered. Now was not the time for silent contemplation. He looked up into the starry sky at the golden-armored hand which was still holding Lord White. He did not cry out that he wanted to fight, but instead, sent his divine sense roaring out, bursting with power equivalent to eighty percent of that of...