Under Hell's purple moonlight, a vast crowd stood before Blade City.
Jie Ning and the others were naturally among them.
"Good heavens, how many people did they mobilize?" Korur exclaimed as he looked around.
Jie Ning swept his gaze over the crowd and estimated that there were roughly sixty to seventy thousand people here.
Kala also looked around and sent the others a Telepathic Message. "I see quite a few familiar faces here. I estimate that this is at least everyone under four or five Sergeants."
At that moment, Beile and four other Sergeants appeared at the front of the formation.
"Listen to orders. Move out," they commanded.
Beile and the other four took the lead and flew out, while everyone else followed according to their respective affiliations.
"Come on, keep up." Kala called to the group. As a Hundred Guards, he hurriedly followed behind Beile.
Jie Ning and the others followed behind Kala.
The sight of tens of thousands setting out left everyone nearby who witnessed it deeply shaken.
Blade City was not close to Black Dragon Fortress.
Even though everyone in this force possessed at least Middle-God strength, the journey still took an entire month.
A month later, several High Gods at the front of the group suddenly shouted.
"Everyone, halt."
Jie Ning looked into the far distance. A towering mountain pierced straight into the clouds. That was the destination of their journey—the location of Black Dragon Fortress.
The tens of thousands of Middle-Gods obeyed and stopped, hovering in the air.
"All Hundred Guards, step forward," Beile loudly ordered.
Dozens of people swiftly flew out from the formation toward Beile and the others.
Before long, those Hundred Guards returned to the formation, each leading their own teams as they flew off in different directions.
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