In the central command tent of the continental allied army, Long Cheng, who had just advanced to High-God with Mu Wei's help, sat primly on the throne at the center. Though he had become a god, that unruly, wicked grin still hung on his face, and his aura was no different from that of an ordinary human—perhaps only at the level of a high-ranking Saint Master.
Scattered throughout the great tent stood commanders from several dozen temples of the Church. These temple commanders, born of divine-descendant families, all held their heads high with arrogant pride, paying no heed whatsoever to Long Cheng or Hu Xinzhu standing at his side. They had no idea who stood before them. All they knew was that they were noble divine descendants, while these two were merely "mercenaries" from the East!
That was right. In the minds of these high-ranking commanders of the temple knight orders, in the minds of these divine descendants, Long Cheng, Hu Xinzhu, and their group were nothing more than mercenaries who could no longer get by in the East and had come to the Western Continent to scrape out a living. Thus, when Long Cheng summoned them to discuss their future actions, they remained unmoved by his orders, dragging their feet for ages before finally arriving.
Even after entering the central command tent, their faces remained full of defiance, their bellies filled with pent-up resentment.
Just then, Lin Qi lifted the tent flap and strode in. As he walked, he said coldly, "Prepare to withdraw two thousand li. The Dragon Mountain Empire, Great Flame Dynasty, and Temple of War forces will cover the rear. All other troops are to fall back two thousand li, then establish a new defensive line."
Before Long Cheng and Hu Xinzhu could say anything, a