Just like that, a week passed. It was the early morning of their planned departure and Dyon and Ri stood in front of a thousand men and women.
Nine hundred of them were Ri's army. She had spent years of her life diligently training them. In the end, she felt most satisfied with these ones in particular. Their cultivation levels had all stepped into meridian formation of at least the fifth level, and they were a good baseline.
The other hundred, were of course Dyon's demon generals. Their long white hair waved in the wind, the aura stifling.
Dyon nodded with satisfaction, addressing them directly. "This is Princess Alexandria Acacia. Her words are as much of your law as mine are. Our thoughts are one and our actions are one. If I am ever not there for any reason, you listen to her commands."
Although Dyon's father had never taught him much about the military, the one thing Dyon knew was how important seniority and hierarchy was within an army.
