Pei Yan's words instantly plunged the room into a hushed and awkward atmosphere. From the beginning of the meeting, Sifuer had been silent, but now she suddenly spoke: "Mr. Shitang, there's no need for you to provoke with your words repeatedly. We see your sincerity in your plan, but please also understand our concerns. It's not that we are unwilling to sacrifice, but taking down two territories with Disaster Pillars at the same time might be somewhat….."

"Too risky!" Bailang continued Sifuer's words, saying: "Mr. Shitang, we can currently mobilize a total of forty-five hundred troops, including personnel from the original shelter. If we were to launch a surprise attack on Bull Territory without the cover of the Red Disaster, it wouldn't be a problem. But according to your plan, we would need to split our forces to ambush at the junction between Bull Territory and Napas Valley, which would spread our forces thin. If the campaign goes smoothly, everyone will be happy, but if we become mired in a stalemate and the opponent activates the virtual pillar while you are fighting in Napas Valley, we will be caught in a pincer attack."

"Mr. Shitang, unlike you, we do not possess the ability to traverse freely within the Red Disaster. If our main forces become encircled, it will be a catastrophe for the Kataraga Autonomous Territory!" Leohard timely responded.

The words of these two immediately resonated with all the demon race members in the conference room. The commanders who had been summoned began whispering among themselves, shaking their heads to express their distrust towards this combat plan.

"I understand your concerns, but the campaign must proceed according to this plan. This way, once Bull Territory activates the virtual pillar, you can choose to retreat immediately, but those stationed at the junction must hold out until the Disaster reinforcements arrive. Only by giving a false impression of holding the line can we gain time for the surprise attack on Napas Valley." After a moment of contemplating, Pei Yan gave his final decision.

"If we can provide spatial teleportation equipment, what would be the chances of success in this campaign?" Sifuer interrupted the renewed discussions with a wave of her hand and locked her gaze on Pei Yan, speaking each word clearly.

"Regardless of whether you provide spatial teleportation equipment, the campaign will ultimately end in victory. However, if you can provide it, I can guarantee that the casualties among the demon race soldiers will significantly decrease."

"Bailang, take Mr. Shitang to receive the Teleportation Mirror and inform him of how to use it. Leohard, manage your subordinates and convey the operational strategy from this meeting. Command your junior officers to strictly execute; those who disobey orders shall be executed by the Venerable; escapees on the battlefield shall be killed!"

After speaking, Sifuer stood up, walked to Pei Yan, and calmly extended her left hand, saying: "This time, I will personally lead my subordinates to hold the line at the junction between the two territories, ensuring a fight to the death without retreat. I only wish for this battle to open with success!"

"I shall not fail Miss Sifuer's expectations!" Pei Yan naturally extended his right hand and grasped hers. Feeling the similar energy in her palm as his own, Pei Yan raised an eyebrow with a slight smile, withdrew his hand, and turned to walk toward the door.

Watching Pei Yan's figure disappear inside the room, Sifuer looked down at the dimming star chart in her palm, shook her head in disappointment, and murmured: "Still one step behind, huh? How did he manage to absorb the Demon God Core so quickly and turn it to his own use? Is his bloodline nobler than mine?"

"Sifuer, are you sure about handing over leadership of the campaign to him? Even though there are refugees from the territories who have not yet arrived, those who can reach here are almost all the elite escaped from Kataraga. If we fail, we will again..." Bailang approached Sifuer, speaking with a hint of concern.

"Have no leverage to turn the tables anymore, right? Uncle, if we hadn't encountered Shitang, what would be the chances of all of us breaking into the Holy City?" Sifuer asked nonchalantly, fiddling with the star chart in her palm.

Upon hearing this, Bailang rubbed his nose and sighed, saying: "According to our original plan, once personnel were fully assembled, we would head toward the Holy City. If we encountered a spiritually strong shelter along the way, we would try to coerce them into joining with us; if they refused, after enduring the Red Disaster, we would continue leading the march forward. If we encountered a weaker shelter, we would directly coerce and gather their personnel. Traveling this route, presumably we could expand our numbers significantly. Using these as vanguards along with inside and outside support from the Holy City, we may still have a chance to lead a small group into the Holy City. Of course, the casualties would certainly be heavy."

"Yes, just as Shitang said, the assistance we could provide by rushing in would not be significant for the Holy City." While speaking, Sifuer sat back in her chair, folded her hands, and bowed her head: "By trying to bring more people to break through, we missed out on the last few battles before moving toward the Holy City. The Kataraga Autonomous Territory has already become a laughingstock within the Demon Race."

At these words, Sifuer raised her head and looked at Bailang, her voice choked with emotion: "Uncle, I am very confused; I am unsure what direction the future will take. But I know if the Holy City falls, we would perish along with this world, no doubt. Yet if we truly turn things around and repel the Disaster Legion, the moment of victory would also mark the decline of the Kataraga Autonomous Territory. Regardless of the reason, our actions of shrinking from battle would be condemned. We can only achieve great success to compensate for our mistakes. That's why we spared no expense to reach the Holy City, isn't it? Raphael and Kodwen may linger by luck, but we cannot!"

Bailang nodded helplessly, acknowledging Sifuer's point. If victorious, the Demon Race's power dynamics would inevitably be reshuffled. The declining old aristocracy would fall, and new talents that emerged from this campaign would rise. At that time, the stick of accountability would not swing toward low-profile demons like Raphael and Kodwen; only those original landholding aristocrats would face a thorough cleansing, the weak yielding territory to the new elite.

"Therefore, no matter how risky Shitang's plan is, we have to give it a try. Rushing to the Holy City only demonstrates our loyalty and cannot reflect our importance!" Sifuer said vehemently, brushing her hair angrily: "But if we can take down two Disaster Pillar territories behind enemy lines in one fell swoop, it will be a monumental achievement since the beginning of the war! We will become famous instantly; then not only can we wash away the disgrace of fleeing, but also become the new elite sought after in the Holy City. Uncle, whether the Kataraga Autonomous Territory can regain its glory depends on this very battle!"

"Rest assured, Leohard and the others understand the significance of this battle. Since the orders have been given, it will be executed thoroughly without feigning compliance. Just hope this Shitang doesn't disappoint us and can secure the victory of this campaign. Otherwise, I will use this life to make him pay for his empty words with his life!" Bailang clenched his fists and declared fervently.