Zong Shen put the beast egg into the storage grid, freed his hand, and patted the big head of the flying tiger, signaling it to continue flying and not to delay the clearing of the little flame demons.
As the flying tiger took off, Zong Shen calmly analyzed the situation.
With the current strength of the lords, it's difficult to conquer the poison swamp.
The strength of over two hundred lords grouping together is hard to underestimate, but the poisonous mist limits their advantage in numbers, and the lords don't have the upper hand in any aspect.
The little black dragon is not alone.
Everything stands by the little black dragon's side.
As long as they can't conquer it, Zong Shen has nothing to worry about.
Maybe these two hundred lords can even prematurely deplete some of the strength of the little black dragon.
Even if the information leaks out, it doesn't matter; it's a tough nut to crack anyway.
