The instant Xiao Tianyang snapped out of his daze, he looked down and saw several familiar figures riding away.
The one who left the deepest impression on him was Li Yuanba.
That back was rather thin—more accurately, he could be called malnourished.
Yet the aura he gave off was no weaker than Gao Chong's or Li Cunxiao's, and in some respects, it even surpassed theirs.
Of course, his attention quickly shifted away from Li Yuanba.
Although personal martial prowess was indispensable on the battlefield, it was not the key to victory.
The commander was the one wielding the sword. No matter how sharp the weapon was, it still had to be used properly.
Therefore, he cared more about what methods Li Jing would use to block the oncoming army of four hundred thousand.
Do not assume that because Li Jing's Group Army had six legions under command, he could mobilize all six.
Although the Mystic Realm Area was smaller than the two neighboring regions, the pressure of defending it with six legions was no small matter.
At present, he could freely deploy only two legions.
Aside from his own, the only other one was the Barbarian Tyrant Legion.
As for the Legion Commanders and troop commanders who had just left, they had merely come to request their combat assignments.
Of course, Li Jing's confidence might also have come from the identities of the few troop commanders under his command.
They were Gao Shilian, Liu Hongji, and Qu Tutong.
Before this, the three had also been among the twenty-four meritorious officials of Lingyan Pavilion.
In terms of individual martial prowess, they might not have matched Qin Qiong, Luo Cheng, Yuchi Gong, and the others.
However, when it came to leading troops into battle, they held a greater advantage.
Once Li Jing's