The Chu Army's Fourth Vanguard Camp.
Terrifying killing intent surged into the sky.
It formed blood-colored clouds overhead.
Those who could serve as the vanguard.
Were naturally all elite troops.
More than twelve thousand cultivators were stationed here.
This elite force had followed the King of Chu on campaigns east and west.
They had secured Yang Province, pacified the Eastern Ridge, and defeated the Four Seas Alliance.
Now, they had come to spearhead the King of Chu's campaign against the Witch God Hall in the Southern Wasteland.
Jin Muzhen and the others were escorted under guard.
The moment they stepped within the camp's bounds.
Their legs began trembling uncontrollably.
It was too terrifying.
Everywhere they looked, black armor reflected a cold, chilling gleam.
Squads of armored soldiers patrolled between the tents in perfectly measured steps.
There was not a single stray sound.
Only that suffocating aura of slaughter.
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint, being carried on poles, furtively opened his eyes a crack.
He took just one glance.
And his heart nearly stopped.
Every armored soldier within sight was anything but ordinary.
Even a rank-and-file soldier picked at random possessed the strength of a Martial Grandmaster on the Heavenly Martial Continent.
As for Martial Venerables, there was no telling how many there were.
The Primal Chaos Martial Saint felt his scalp crawl.
Terrifying!
Absolutely terrifying!
A martial grandmaster who could establish a sect and hold dominion over an entire region on the Heavenly Martial Continent could only be a lowly soldier charging into battle in this Upper Realm?
Then what did that make me???
His invincible martial heart.
Developed a crack at that moment.
Before long.
They were brought into the central command tent of the vanguard camp.
The two armored guards wore stern, cold expressions, vigorous Qi and Blood