By this point in the war, ninety percent of the Government Soldiers and Qi Cultivators gathered from across the lands had arrived. Including auxiliary troops and Demon Race units, the total force exceeded three hundred thousand people. The logistics and transport personnel numbered several times that amount, but of course, only a little over a hundred thousand were actual combatants.
As for the Qi Cultivators, they numbered over ten thousand. A large portion of them had rushed here from other regions, wanting to join the war and try their luck on True Yang Mountain.
Spread across a front line hundreds of miles long, this number was neither overwhelmingly large nor insignificantly small.
Wang Ping quietly listened to the attack plans drawn up for the three key strongholds. As he gazed down at the endless military encampments below the mountain, he felt the visceral power of life and death he now held in his hands.
