"You're really contradictory..." Cheng Ziang couldn't help shaking his head as he spoke.
"We have no choice but to entrust such a deadly weapon to Miss Zisu, but we hope even more that she won't misuse it," the elder of the Ghost Race sighed. "Although Miss Zisu has experienced war, she has never felt the desolation of hundreds of miles of exposed bones and thousands of miles without a soul in sight. Even though those corpses were once enemies, we can't bear to see it happen again."
"But," Cheng Ziang leaned forward, staring intently at the Ghost Race elder as he spoke, "the elder should understand, dragging out this war isn't good for anyone. A few days ago, the Demon Clan's army launched an attack on the Nine Thousand Battalion, and over ten thousand men on both sides were killed or wounded without any decisive outcome, only meaningless attrition."