"What about the others? The vast majority were Saint Masters or stronger. Though none of them had reached the level of demigods, when they left, they carried away every treasure the Dengnigenstan Family had amassed over countless years. Their equipment is incomparably refined. On average, each of them carries a full set of saint-grade equipment. Even demigods would not dare let saint-grade weapons wound them so easily, would they?"
"There are roughly eleven hundred demigods and saint-level experts—just a little more than your numbers!" Mr. Mo swept his gaze over everyone in the reception hall with a malicious smile. "Another piece of bad news: there is a powerful naval fleet in that island's harbor! Though the Deningstan Empire is not famed for its navy, for an empire to accumulate a few powerful warships would be easy enough."
He pointed at the crystal ball floating before him. Light and shadow shifted across the screen, revealing a narrow natural harbor to the crowd.
Within this harbor, some thirty-odd miles deep but only five or six miles wide, thirty warships, each over two hundred meters long, had been crammed together. The beach was densely covered in neat ranks of grass-green tents, while large numbers of hardened soldiers drilled in formation between them.
"These soldiers are not numerous—just over nine thousand. They barely suffice to let these warships display their basic combat power!" Mr. Mo narrowed his eyes. "But there are thirty heavy warships, and their holds are packed with enough magic crystals for them to squander freely. Their attacks are enough to threaten saint-level experts. According to my intelligence, these warships are all fitted with certain prohibited weapons of war forged by abyss dwarves!"
Ximen Feng rubbed her temples with a slight headache.
If all they needed was to defeat the people on