On Planet 54 of the Raging Moon Beast Race, a legion of over three million Celestial Race and Yuan Shen Race warriors was resting.
For the sake of safety during large-scale military operations, the legions would not gather in a single camp. Instead, they were spread across several nearby planets.
Aside from the troops stationed to rest, others had been sent to scout the surrounding regions and ensure security. This was all to guard against high-ranking God Kings launching spells from afar.
Dark Celestial had been overwhelmed every day during this period. Commanding more than three million warriors felt like tending to a severely wounded creature—problems arose everywhere, and all of them required Dark Celestial's constant direction and coordination.
The main issue was the two million newly recruited Yuan Shen Race warriors. They had never experienced military marches or battles on such a massive scale, especially one that required them to remain on guard against Lu Yang's high-ranking God Kings along the way.
Whenever Dark Soul Celestial at the front confirmed there were no enemies ahead, they would march at full speed. The reason they were ten days behind the vanguard was that, in a few more hours, all three million troops would take to the air, assemble in formation, and fly forward at full speed before resting again on Planet 55.
This marching method ensured they could reach the battlefield on time in three months. The drawback was that these three million warriors were little more than a disorganized swarm. They had not trained in battle formations, so once they reached the battlefield, they could only rely on their numerical advantage to attack.
But Dark Celestial could not concern himself with that much. Those who survived would become his personal legion. He simply did not have time to patiently