Exterminating the Barbarian Race (3)

An army of 1.2 million, divided into more than a dozen legions, advanced toward the Barbarian Royal Court.

Other than scattered resistance here and there, they encountered virtually no proper army.

"These Barbarian Soldiers are barely resisting. Could they be plotting something?" Zhao Hu said.

There were basically only the old, the young, women, and children. There was not even a shadow of the Barbarian army to be seen. Across the Barbarian lands, there should have been around three million soldiers capable of battle.

Even if one million had died, they still had two million Barbarian Soldiers, and their fighting strength remained.

"My guess is that the Barbarians intend to fall back and defend the Royal Court, where they will fight us to the death. After all, they still have the Barbarian God Tower, that great killer weapon. That is their home ground. The Barbarians will not choose to clash head-on with us in a bloody battle."

Fu Yunxuan's voice rang out.

Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and the others turned to look at her.

The Barbarian God Tower.

It was not merely the Barbarian Race's spiritual totem; it was also their strongest foundation, the root that had allowed them to endure through the ages.

The Barbarian God Tower had nine levels. Even the Barbarian Emperor could only enter the seventh. It was said that the ninth level contained the inheritance of the First Generation Barbarian God.

Yet no one had ever seen it.

As for what exactly lay above the seventh level of the Barbarian God Tower, no one knew.

Time passed. With no resistance from the Barbarian Race, Great Chu's million-strong army soon arrived beneath the Golden Tent Royal Court.

At this moment.

More than 1.5 million Barbarian troops had long since gathered at the