"Therefore, only 2 million Golden Core cultivators could fight in the battle for the Qin Dynasty. It's 2 million against 20 million. There is almost no chance of victory," Zhu Yuheng warned seriously.
Upon hearing Zhu Yuheng's warning, Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
"I know the situation is still grim, but the scales of victory are leaning towards the human race."
Lin Qiye's eyes were burning with confidence.
Zhu Yuheng was a little skeptical. "Is that so?"
"Yes.
"I have the strength to kill the Wolf Lord. The Wolf Lord will be so wary that he will choose not to send the troops.
"He has activated the Doom Arrow and only needs to quietly wait for the human race's fate to be corrupted.
"In fact, if it weren't for a random variable like me, the Wolf Lord only needed to wait for ten years, and the human race would be reduced to ashes under the iron hooves of the Wolf Tribe!
"Unfortunately..."
Lin Qiye's gaze was deep.