"Heh!"
"Ha!"
Boom! Boom!
Above the vast plains, five hundred bronze-skinned, robust men were paired off, engaging in close combat, knuckles meeting flesh; among them, two exceptionally strong men were entangled in a clinch, giving the scene a rather 'fiery' appearance.
Yi Chen's mouth twitched slightly, but ultimately he restrained himself.
This was not something he had taught.
Weaving through the crowd, his left hand continued to twirl the Demon's Relic, while his right hand held a bamboo pole, occasionally correcting the warriors beneath him.
It had been over a month since Yi Chen took over this group of elite soldiers.
Out of ten thousand soldiers, he had selected the best to form a group of five hundred.
To train ten thousand people at once, did they really think he, Yi Taoist, was a beast of burden?
Yi Chen was well aware of Ying Si's schemes but had his own ways of dealing with them.
