"No! Brother, where there's life, there's hope. The mist outside your territory has already turned blood-red. Our High Priest said that if we attack the Lord's territory, we'll be tainted with this blood color, and our strength will only be at sixty percent. The High Priest also said there's another possibility: if the Lord's territory has high Spiritual Qi density, the blood mist will be lighter, and we might be able to use seventy or even eighty percent of our strength. Only the plague is immune to this blood color." Ta Fang explained to Yi Tian.
"If that's the case, then things will be much better." Yi Tian put down his snack.
The indigenous people have sixty percent of their strength, the Lord has fifty percent—not much of a difference.
The Celestial Dao favors the indigenous people. If not for the High Priest meddling, the attackers are usually weaker than the Lord.
As for those Lords who killed auspicious beasts, they're in a tougher spot.
