Dongfang Wuxin's face turned ashen with fury. Having mustered a sizable force only to have it entirely obliterated, even the powerful aide Zhou Zitong had been killed.
The outcome was difficult for him to accept, and at the same time, it made him realize an important issue.
"If we continue to act in this manner, our strength will be steadily weakened, which is extremely bad for us. Hence, we only have one path ahead."
Dongfang Wuxin gritted his teeth, the viciousness in his eyes growing more intense.
"Young Master, do you mean to say, we should launch a full-scale attack?"
Someone inquired.
"That's right," Dongfang Wuxin said solemnly. "We can't keep sending people out one by one. This Long Chen is not to be underestimated; he's quite the figure. Therefore, we shall all move together, come out in full force for a decisive battle to the death."
"Young Master, but Long Chen, with a single sword strike, killed thousands. His cultivation is probably..."
