Half an hour later, a ray of light flashed, and Zhu Yingjun and several guards appeared on the portal platform outside the Sand Clan Imperial City in the Dilan plane.
"Master Li, I have admired you for a long time. We have been waiting here since we got the news that you are coming!"
Outside the portal, Karu, the regent of the Sand tribe, wearing a purple and gold dragon robe, came up to him along with three men and one woman.
The three men are Yan Guangzu of the Yan tribe who is wearing red armor, Tie Wangluo of the Iron King tribe of the Yan tribe who is wearing animal skin, and Baimu Qingfu of the Sand tribe. He and Yan Guang Zu have returned to Dilan Continent one day ago.
One woman is a middle-aged woman wearing a veil and a purple dress, the soul of the soul tribe Bingxuan.
Behind them, there were seven or eight young people, among whom the girl in white was the soul Shui Qing that Li Wenhao had seen in Loulan City.
"Thank you for your service, I'm so handsome!" Zhu Yingjun smiled and saluted with his hands raised, showing his grandeur in every gesture.
"Young Master Li is here just in time. We are discussing the spheres of influence of various tribes in the seventh plane. Please come in!"
Karu showed great enthusiasm and invited everyone to board the spar battleship parked nearby.
It's sad to say the least.
There are eight royal clans in total: Sand Clan, Soul Clan, Water Clan, Yan Clan, Barbarian Clan, Nether Clan, Sky Clan, and Dwarf Clan.
The Celestial Clan and the Dwarf Clan mainly control the Kuran plane where soul-nourishing jade is produced.
The Soul Clan and the Nether Clan mainly control the Orchid Plane, which produces Law Crystals.
The remaining spirit mines in the Dilan plane are mainly controlled by the barbarians and the Yan tribe.
Even the water tribe, which ranks second to last, still controls a vast sea area.
Only they, the Sand Clan, had no butt. They finally found two super black iron mines in the seventh plane, and they were robbed by Li Wenhao.
Not to mention the loss of troops and generals, it is hard to say whether the last large black iron mine left, Drew City, can be saved.
Kalu felt miserable and had nothing to say.
Now Zhu Yingjun's arrival has given him some hope. If he can embrace the Xuantian Sect, he might be able to save some benefits.
"Master Li!" He entered the spar battleship and sat down at the conference table. As the landlord, Karu just got up and wanted to introduce the situation.
Yan Guangzu, who was on his left hand, stood up suddenly, interrupted Karu rudely, and said loudly to himself: "Master Li, we have already discussed it.
According to the last meeting of the eight tribes hosted by Wudi Palace, we, the Yan, Man, Hun, and Sand tribes, are mainly responsible for the Eastern Continent of the seventh plane.
This time, our Yan tribe sent 300,000 troops to occupy desert ruins, Mocheng, Langya County and other places as our foundation.
The barbarians sent 200,000 troops and occupied Meishan, Huaibei County and other places as their base.
The Soul Clan sent 100,000 troops, using Drew City as its base, to develop northward."
"Yes, on behalf of the Iron King Clan, I agree to this plan!" Iron King Luo touched his chest hair and was the first to nod in agreement.
The Iron King tribe has a deep relationship with the Yanguang tribe of the Yan tribe. This time, the eighth-level Yanguang Zuomu wrote a letter in person, so he naturally supported it.
"I have no objection!" Soul Bingxuan said in a cold voice. Their soul clan's main strength is in the blue plane. This time, they just wanted to make up for the Yanguang family's face.
A large black iron ore that can be whitened is also good!
"You, you have to leave some for me, the Sand Clan, right?" Kalu's face turned red and his whole body trembled with anger.
I wanted to say a harsh word, but unfortunately I stopped when the words reached my lips.
If the three eighth-level members of the Sand Clan worked together, he would definitely dare to say that. Unfortunately, he only received the support of the eighth-level royal family.
The other two, the Great Wizard and the King of Swordsmen, were just trying to save face.
Relying on heaven and earth, he can only rely on himself after all. If he is not strong enough, what can he do?
Iron King Luo said with great disdain: "You, the Sand Clan, had the nerve to open your mouth, but you were beaten by a small native and lost your city and territory. You were completely defeated.
We are helping your Sand Clan to avenge you and save the face of our eight royal families.
I just took a small stronghold from you, you can definitely go to the Turks, go to the Giant Rakshasa Empire, and fight another one?"
Yan Guangzu coughed in embarrassment. It seemed that he was the one who was completely defeated.
Karu couldn't bear it any longer and slammed the table: "I, the Sand Clan, didn't ask you to come, so don't put anything on our heads.
Anyway, Drew City belongs to our Sand Clan and no one can take it away!"
"Okay, okay, everyone, please restrain yourself first!" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhu Yingjun could only stand up and wave his hand, indicating that Kulu should sit down first.
"I am here this time to hope that everyone will put aside their differences and send troops to Langya as soon as possible.
Li Wenhao's 700,000-strong army has entered Kyoto County, and the situation is very critical.
As for the territory distribution you mentioned, how about we wait until Langya is destroyed and distribute it according to the level of military merit?"
"Hey, Mr. Li is right, I, Tie Wangluo, have no objection!" Tie Wangluo was the first to speak up in support.
In his opinion, defeating Langya is easy. According to the strength of their tribe's warriors, their military achievements are either first or second.
"I don't have any objections either!" Yan Guangzu nodded for the second time. Although he knew that Langya's fighting power was good, he didn't think he could defeat the coalition of the four tribes.
"I agree!" Soul Bingxuan said softly, looking completely careless.
Anyway, their soul clan has no shortage of resources, so they can travel with them, and she doesn't feel that there will be any danger.
The Yan, Man, Hun, and three tribes all agreed, and together with Zhu Yingjun looked at the livid Karu.
"Karu, can you tell me something?" Iron King Luo said impatiently: "If you are not willing, you can just hand over Drew City to us without sending troops."
"Iron King Luo, Drew City is the stronghold that our Sand Clan worked so hard to build, why should we leave it to you?"
Karu didn't speak, and Baimu Qingfu, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
"What is your identity? You have no right to speak here!" Tie Wangluo was furious and stood up immediately, as if he was going to fight.
"If you want to fight, come on, let's see who is carried out?" Baimu Qingfu was not willing to be outdone and stood up with red eyes.
"Brother Baimu, brother Wang Luo, we are all our own people, please calm down and sit down quickly!" Ancestor Yan Guang stood up and grabbed Tie Wang Luo.
If it was another seventh level of the Sand Clan, he would definitely not care. However, Baimu Qingfu saved his life twice and escaped from the Seventh Continent together. After all, they have developed a friendship.
"Kalu, tell me if you can do it or not!" Iron King Luo was blocked by Yan Guangzu and couldn't release his anger. He turned around and stared at Kalu again.
There are veins popping up on Kalu's forehead. He is the majestic king of his clan, and is being pointed at his nose by a seventh-level barbarian?
How can I endure it? If I endure it any longer, I will really become a magical turtle!
"Oops," Kalu stood up and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say!"
"Okay," Zhu Yingjun was happy. He stood up and clapped his hands. He was about to ask how many troops the Sha tribe sent.
Outside the battleship, a large voice of shouting suddenly came.
"Oops, there's a foreign invasion!"
"Night ghosts, night ghosts, lots of night ghosts!"
"Eighth level, eighth level!"
Several people's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly flew to the entrance of the battleship. They saw a large black fog rolling in from the northeast, covering half of the sky.
Eagle heads and black claws, like ghostly figures, appear and disappear in the black mist. The number is unimaginable, at least several hundred!
The leader was a 100-meter-long eighth-level night ghost, chasing a running sand tribe villain.
"This place is thousands of miles away and there are only a few hills. How could there be a group of night ghosts?" Karu looked confused.
He was very familiar with the terrain around the imperial city, and he couldn't figure out where these night ghosts came from.