Lin Bai rode at the front on the dragon, while A Ning, Hu Qi, the Heavenly Crippled Four Brothers, Feng Wenjun, Shi Jiamu, and the others all stood atop the dragon's spine.
Behind the Evil Flood Dragon, tens of thousands of warships crossed the sky in a mighty procession, charging northward.
All these warships had been painstakingly forged by the artifact refiners of the Divine Martial Nation. Flying across thousands of mountains and rivers in a single day was nothing to them.
In just three to five days, Lin Bai and the Dragon Legion arrived together at the border between the Eastern Continent and the Northern Continent.
"Beyond this point lies the territory of the Northern Continent. It seems the Loulan Ancient Kingdom has no intention of fighting us to the death at the frontier." Feng Wenjun gazed toward the Northern Continent. Apart from the boundless frozen wastelands, he saw no army or banner bearing the name of the Loulan Ancient Kingdom. It seemed no troops had been stationed here.
A Ning said, "Half a month ago, Lin Bai had Imperial Advisor Shang Lang issue an edict, ordering the Loulan Ancient Kingdom of the Northern Continent to come and submit. Yet they sent no reply and made no move, as if they had never heard it. From the looks of it, they've spent this half-month preparing for a life-or-death battle with us."
At that moment, Zhuo Lian, general of the Dragon Legion, flew over from a warship and clasped his fists. "Senior Brother Dongfang, there will surely be a vicious battle in the Northern Continent. The Loulan Ancient Kingdom has refused to surrender, so they must have some support to rely on. Senior Brother Dongfang, we cannot afford to let our guard down."
Lin Bai chuckled. "No matter. Zhuo Lian,