After Turbid World Emperor, Bai Shi, and the others went to Undying City to cultivate secret arts, the Iron Blood Brotherhood's second-generation members remained on Earth to command all the legions in battle.
Zhou Shen handled central coordination. More than ten million troops surrounded fewer than two million Ancient God Race members, yet the two sides remained locked in a standoff.
Even though small-scale battles broke out every day, the Ancient God Race had suffered relatively few casualties. Zhou Shen naturally did not dare launch a large-scale offensive.
When Lu Yang teleported back to the combat command room, Zhou Shen, Fei Dongchen, Bao Buping, and the other veterans were studying the map and patching up its omissions.
"Boss." The three immediately walked forward.
Lu Yang smiled and asked, "How's the command going?"
Bao Buping looked at Zhou Shen with satisfaction and said to Lu Yang, "Let this kid train a little longer, and he'll definitely be able to take over your command duties."
Zhou Shen hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm still far from ready. Only after truly taking command did I realize how many things need to be considered."
Lu Yang smiled, patted Zhou Shen on the shoulder, and said, "I believe you can handle this. The legions will belong to you sooner or later, so you need to shoulder the responsibility."
There was something he did not say. Sooner or later, Lu Yang and the others would have to face the desperate danger of dying in battle. With so many Demon Gods and Heavenly Gods, if they truly fought them, Lu Yang, Turbid World Emperor, Bai Shi, and the others would be the ones risking their lives.
If their generation died in battle, Zhou Shen and the others would have to bear the burden. Whether humanity could