There was no need to demand that they recreate the mighty prestige of the Heavenly Court at its zenith, but at the very least, they had to be able to form ranks against the enemy and shoulder heavy responsibilities, not be like those scattered rabble outside—
mere cannon fodder there to make up the numbers, who, once on the battlefield, could do nothing but put on a show, wave banners, and shout battle cries, with not the slightest practical use beyond that.
And that was absolutely not what Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi wanted.
Upon the drill platform, Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood sternly at the front, his blade-like gaze sweeping over the tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers below as they drilled in orderly formation.
The aura around him was frigid as frost, imposing without a trace of anger;
the gleam in his eyes was sharp as lightning. With a single sweep of his gaze, the soldiers below would feel their backs tighten and their hearts tremble.
None dared slacken in the slightest, for fear that this cold-faced commander might set his eyes on them.
Beneath the invisible pressure cast by Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the results of these demon soldiers' training had risen dramatically.
Though their bodies were already exhausted beyond measure, not one uttered a single word asking for rest.
"Ha!"
"Kill!"
Deafening roars rolled across the parade ground like thunder, perfectly measured in rhythm and soaring in force.
The demonic aura of tens of thousands of demon soldiers surged and churned, their baleful intent biting as it rushed straight at one's face.
Judging by their spirit alone—
these demon soldiers were as different from before as clouds from mud.
Not only had their sinews and bones grown tougher and their combat methods more practiced, their resolve and