The soldiers who had been deployed to the battlefield numbered over 500 million.
If all five hundred million were to fall in battle, it would be more than a severe blow for the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty.
Therefore, after leaving the royal court, Xi Qing's uneasiness simply couldn't be alleviated, no matter what.
It wasn't that she didn't believe in Shen Hao's capabilities, but she simply couldn't imagine how they could possibly round up the countless undead on the vast Wing Sky Mother Planet.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly blocked out those around her, then extended her finger, rapidly drawing an imprint in mid-air.
Yes, it was Shen Hao's imprint.
Threads of golden lightning flickered in the air but did not strike; after concentrating, Xi Qing called out in a breath, "May Emperor Wu Shang grace us with his presence."
Another moment passed in utter silence.
"No use?" Xi Qing sighed.
