Inside the Demon Path's command room.
Lu Ze watched the Limitless Sword Sect come charging in with overwhelming force, his calm gaze utterly unruffled.
In terms of troop comparison,
even he had only a sliver of a chance at victory.
Lu Ze had already realized that if he used tricks to crush them economically, then overwhelmed them with troop numbers, he would not earn any rewards.
So he forced himself to rely on execution.
He chose lower-tier units and fewer troops to defeat the many with the few.
For the moment, he had indeed fallen into Feng's disadvantage.
But Lu Ze was not panicking in the slightest.
Because his sect still had a vast amount of Spirit Stones left unused.
Even if he lost this round, it would not matter.
He still had a sub-base in Azure Peak Sect.
He still possessed immensely deep financial resources.
And he still had plenty of utterly wicked strategies...
In short,
he was guaranteed to win this match.
He did not care about the outcome of this little battle.
If Chen Feng could truly win, it meant the other party really had some skill.
After all, being able to develop so quickly marked him as exceptionally gifted compared to the others.
He raised his eyes toward the distant sky.
Flying dragons bore down upon the city.
They blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
With his current forces...
winning would be difficult!
Unless
something unexpected happened.
Just then, Lu Ze raised an eyebrow—
The flying dragons, whose marching pace had remained perfectly synchronized with the army's, suddenly sped up by the tiniest bit.
That tiny difference caused the aerial forces and ground forces to become slightly disconnected.
A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Ze's lips.
His hands moved, accelerating once more!