The monsters from Luzhou in the North were far more brutal than imagined.
In their eyes, Li Jing's camp was filled with severed limbs and mangled bodies, the bright red blood staining the earth beneath a deep crimson, with a thick scent of blood still lingering in the air.
Especially that sky-reaching murderous aura, which even now had not faded.
One could imagine the earth-shattering, soul-stirring battle that had taken place here before.
The Treasure Ship slowly descended, landing in the camp amidst the expectant gazes of many, as countless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, along with Immortals, slowly disembarked.
Li Jing, leading his men, greeted them with a face full of ecstatic joy, "I've finally waited for your arrival, had you not come, I feel I could hardly hold on anymore."
"Heavenly King Li jokes," one replied, "Everyone acknowledges your ability to command troops. If you can't persevere, who else could turn the tide?"
