"Who can tell me what is going on?" Ironjaw Qishi asked in a low, grumbling voice.
His teeth were clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead as suppressed rage simmered beneath his skin.
What had begun as a flawless plan to conquer the continent had rapidly spiraled out of control.
Victory, once within reach, was slipping through their fingers.
Their enemies were reclaiming territory after territory.
From the intelligence reports he had reviewed, Ironjaw Qishi knew it was only a matter of time before those same enemies turned their blades toward the evil sect alliance itself.
"You don't need to look at us," the Silver Wei Sect Ancestor snapped in irritation.
"This is not what you promised us." His voice rose an octave, echoing sharply through the chamber. "We expected the continent to be conquered by now, but look at the situation!"
