A colossal warship, ten thousand zhang long.
Dun Yi, wearing Wu Rong's appearance, sat at the center of the army.
Not far away, Elder Qiu stared at him, his brows suddenly knitting tight.
Dun Yi spread his hands helplessly. "This was Tu Shan Jun's instruction. Those master and disciple are family—how could I possibly stop them?"
"Let alone me. You are a regional lord of the Underworld and an elder of the sect, yet you still have to obey. Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I still feel this is inappropriate." Qiu Longjue let out a long sigh.
When had a commander-in-chief ever struck first in the midst of battle, leaving the army behind?
The army was supposed to guard the commander-in-chief.
"Many clans beneath the gloomy heavens were once glorious and possess extraordinary foundations. What if..." Qiu Longjue paced with his hands behind his back.
Then he looked at the fiend beside him and could not help frowning again.
An "Ancient God" sat above, while a fiend stood below.
And while the army was advancing, the commander-in-chief had run off.
"Rest assured. With Tu Shan Jun's strength, as long as the Ancient Emperors do not act, the Prefecture Lord will be fine."
Qiu Longjue snapped, "Is Tu Shan Jun a name you can call?"
Dun Yi shrugged.
Fine.
They truly were family, while he was even more of an outsider.
"I have no time to talk more with you. The Prefecture Lord left many matters for me."
Leaning back in his chair, Dun Yi tilted his head slightly and spread a Dao Monarch's vast divine sense across the ten-thousand-zhang warship. "How much longer until we reach the Blood Sea?"
The Houtu Empress formed from the yin-yang millstone replied in a voice laced with mechanical interweaving. "In three