Upon hearing Feng Tengfei's report, Qi Hongguang frowned. The Daxia Dynasty has indeed arrived.
At first, he still harbored a glimmer of hope, thinking that perhaps after the Daxia Dynasty occupied the Chiyue Dynasty, they would not continue to attack the Qingyun Dynasty. After all, the great disaster was imminent, with only ten thousand years left, and now strength should be accumulated to think about how to counter the disaster.
Moreover, the Qingyun Dynasty still had a Great Emperor, one who held the dynast qi fortune. Even if he were to die, he would cause great trouble for the enemy.
If the Great Emperor were driven to desperation and self-destructed, even if the opponent did not die, they would be severely injured. With the great disaster only ten thousand years away, being gravely wounded at this time and not recovering before its arrival would mean certain death.
Feng Tengfei tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
