In the ten thousand ancient races' camp, because their first clash with the human race had ended in defeat, the morale of the ten thousand ancient races had been greatly reduced. Even the Sages didn't have much confidence in the war.
"Lord Sheng Xuan, when will we start the holy war in the starry sky?" Supreme Sage Man Niu asked loudly. Beside him sat a one-armed Supreme Sage. It was the Supreme Sage whose arm had been cut off by Qin Chen's great path chair, Supreme Sage Man Wang.
Sheng Xuan shook his head and thought about the scene he had seen of the humans cheering in the Great Qin's imperial city. He said in a deep voice, "The human race might have something up their sleeves. Since our morale isn't high right now, don't start the holy war yet. Call the Kings and Venerables of the races over and have them attack the human cities with all their might. When the morale is restored, we will take down the human race in one fell swoop."
