Nuclear Fission! Jiang Li Personally Leads the Expedition? (Please Vote with Monthly Tickets)

This battle had not truly begun, yet it had already thoroughly ended.

Everyone present had only one feeling: Awesome! And then: What exactly had happened? Why had the Jiang Li Empire's several hundred thousand troops been wiped out in an instant?

Pavilion Master Zuo Ci looked at Shen Lang, and for a long while, his heart churned like storm-tossed seas.

He had never expected to see this scene again.

Thirty years ago, Emperor Shen Lang had been just like this, constantly creating miracles, forcibly rising from a mere live-in son-in-law to become the ruler of the Eastern World.

And during the thirty years of his disappearance, the faith of several hundred thousand people could only be sustained by his legends.

But now, Emperor Shen Lang had only just returned and had created such a miracle once more. He truly had never disappointed anyone.

After standing dumbfounded for dozens of seconds, Zuo Ci led several hundred thousand people to kneel in perfect unison and kowtow. "Long live Our Emperor! Long live! Long live, long live, long live!"

Then Zuo Ci said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I am ashamed. The several hundred thousand people of Mo Jing are ashamed as well!"

His meaning was very clear. This time, Mo Jing's fate had once again depended on Shen Lang for salvation. The several hundred thousand of them possessed the spirit of sacrifice, but in this battle, they had been almost entirely useless. They had needed Emperor Shen Lang's protection completely. Were they not merely a burden? Shen Lang said, "Your use lies in the future. Every one of you is precious."

He was not merely being polite. In a decisive battle like this, it might have been a matter between Jiang Li and himself alone. The several hundred thousand people of