Managing an army of tens of millions from every conceivable background was a difficult problem, but under Ji Cha's command, everything was in perfect order. Whether it was Wujianmen's original structure or newly surrendered troops, whether savage beasts or sects from every direction harboring their own designs, he had a corresponding strategy for all of them. For a time, the combat strength of the tens of millions of troops reached unprecedented heights.
Li Wuxin immediately felt as though a tiger had grown wings.
Jun Yue was also completely convinced.
She was even willing, when the two men played chess, to serve as the one pouring tea—given her current status, there were truly very few people in the world worthy of having her pour tea for them.
At this moment, the demonic eagle landed atop the palace, and all three of them focused on it.
This demonic eagle was the one sent to the Western Domain Spirit Dynasty to monitor the movements of the Dao Sect.
There was no time to take down the Dao Sect for now.
But the Dao Sect had slaughtered the Evil Phoenix Clan into such a state that objections had arisen among Wujianmen's higher-ups. To soothe those higher-ups, Li Wuxin had once promised them that once the land was settled, he would give them an explanation.
Thus, the demonic eagle had entered the Western Domain Spirit Dynasty.
With a gentle spread of its wings, the Demon Eagle King brought news of the explosive event that had just occurred in Prosperous Flower City.
Li Wuxin froze.
Jun Yue's eyes fixed in place.
Ji Cha's wine cup had reached his lips, and there it stopped as well.
These three figures at the pinnacle of the pyramid, who held tens of millions of troops and made the Misty Rain