Ye Yinzhu had considered the possibility and he was indeed willing to take up the mantle to destroy the Abyssal Plane. Doing so would not only eliminate a future threat for the Ryuzakinus Continent but also avenge his ancestors. As a descendent of the Eastern Dragon and the heir to the dragon lineage, becoming the commander of this holy war was like a dream come true for him.
But he couldn't propose himself for the role. Now that six Tower Masters had simultaneously acknowledged him, a sharp light sparked in Ye Yinzhu's eyes, and a great ambition blazed in his chest, his fists unconsciously clenched tight.
"However, esteemed brothers, isn't the Landias Empire afraid of me being unfair to them? According to their perspective, and indeed the reality, my relationship with the Milan Empire is very good, while it's not harmonious with Landias."