With five million troops, even with a war of attrition, it's not a force that just any faction can withstand, especially with the troops backed by the Taboo Demon Gate, which is even more terrifying.
The five million troops exuded a bloodthirsty aura, something you only see on the battlefield after years of fighting.
It seems that things aren't stable behind the Taboo Demon Gate either, even more unrestful.
The Proud God and his eight companions had swords at their waists but didn't draw them at all.
The Proud God looked at his eight brothers and they all smiled.
Ling Muyao was staring intently.
"Is this the nine uncles?" Tong Yun approached.
"Yes, these are the nine uncles. Mom said that when the nine unite, they're unbeatable on the battlefield, able to sweep the entire battleground." Ling Muyao said, "In terms of war strategy, the nine uncles have inherited the true teachings of our father."
"Second only to Dad."
