Ibro glanced at the cultivator while an idea began to take shape in his mind. He had nearly 2000 cultivators, in addition to the cultivators of Maya.
If he used them properly, he could form air legions. This idea tempted him, but it needed some preparations.
"Deliver this message to Erond, I want him to gather all the cultivators above the nascent soul stage from all of our forces. Let him take help from Maya's cultivators too.
Let him make flying legions of those cultivators. Each legion would compose of 10k cultivators at the least.
I want them to roam all the northern lands and clean them from demons. Don't attack cities, yet; this operation will be postponed to a later date."
"Immediately, my king," the cultivator replied with respect, then he moved at once returning to the city.
Ibro didn't care about him, as he looked towards the south. It was time to wrap the net around the big fish, so he checked his pocket space in a hurry.
