The fifty thousand dead members of the suicide squad.
They were all elite death soldiers whom the Wind King had exhausted centuries of resources to train!
He had brainwashed these death soldiers for centuries. They obeyed his every command, serving as his true confidants and the elite among the elite of his army!
And yet, a full fifty thousand of these elites had died.
The Wind King's heart was bleeding.
Centuries of painstaking work had been lost in a single day!
He was like a gambler who had lost his trump card, yet he still intended to send out his final twenty thousand death soldiers.
The Queen stopped him and began to flee.
"King, if we don't run now, it'll be too late. Look around you!!"
The Wind King instinctively followed the Queen's pointing finger, and then he saw scene after scene that made his eyes split with rage. The Wind Devil Clan's army was fleeing in panic, and a massive rout had already begun!!
If he didn't flee, he would become one of the fragments beneath Zhu Qingling's command alongside the final twenty thousand death soldiers!
He shuddered and instantly came to his senses, beginning to flee for his life.
Of course he didn't want to die.
He had trained death soldiers to intimidate his enemies so that he could live in peace.
Who could have known that the death-soldier legion, which had always been invincible, would be so utterly helpless before Zhu Qingling!
Was this really the normal world he knew?
How could Zhu Qingling possibly be so powerful?
Could all of this be because of the master of the Nine Provinces Divine Sect? Who exactly was this supreme god? Why had he never heard of him? Or was the Wind King simply too shallow and ignorant, a