Lin Qiye's facial features were cold and solemn as he stood on the city tower. The thumb of his right hand was gently pressing on his index finger.
At this moment, he imagined the scene of 1.4 million Golden Core elites of the Divine Tiger Clan colliding with 1 million Golden Core Death Warriors.
"It's a disadvantage, but it's not a disadvantage... The soldiers of sorrow will definitely win. My Death Warriors will go all out, fighting with the belief that they will die! They will not lose!"
The corners of Lin Qiye's eyes slightly raised.
Suddenly, the bugle-horn sounded in the barracks.
The Death Warriors began to train.
The twenty Divine Generals led their subordinates to train in the barracks.
The Golden Core cultivators were densely packed, like ants gathering. Their battle formations shuttled back and forth, dispersing and quickly merging. The army moved with absolute order.
