Amilia bit her lip and asked in a low voice,
"Then... what do you want me to do..."
Qin Feng raised his left hand and glanced at the wound on his arm, which was almost completely healed by the "Evil Aura," before speaking slowly,
"Withdraw your troops."
"Then go find your brother."
"Tell him to stop this ill-timed King's War for now."
Qin Feng's fingertips gently traced the edge of the scab. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.
"Once we've completely dealt with the hidden Evil God Believers in every nation and cut off any opportunity for those scheming rats to exploit, then we can come out and decide the final Heaven's Chosen Ruler."
He looked up at Amilia.
"At that time,"
"whether your brother wants to settle it with an election or conquer the nations with his own military might, no one will question it."
"After all, that will be the decree handed down by the Deities."
"No one can defy it."
Qin Feng's tone shifted, his eyes suddenly sharpening.
