After leaving the game, Liu Zhi put what he had discovered there out of his mind. The most important thing to him now was naturally returning to his own plane.
As soon as he got back to the Id Plane, Liu Zhi released all the troops he had taken with him. The two legions had been badly mauled this time, and it would take at least a year to make up for their losses.
Liu Zhi didn't need to worry about the two legions himself. Their respective commanders could handle everything.
As for the heroes who had gone with him, of the more than twenty, only around ten had made it back alive. Liu Zhi noticed that each of them had brought back a bronze flagpole.
Watching them, Liu Zhi got the feeling that they all had plans of their own.
So before returning to the Nether Palace, Liu Zhi called the heroes over.
The few main battle heroes who had gone along were no trouble. Liu Zhi had his own plans for them, so they soon left.
But the heroes who had served as the transport team all seemed to have their own ideas now. Liu Zhi approached one of them and asked a few questions. Before long, he understood what they were thinking.
These fellows had actually grown ambitious, hoping to lead troops and form legions of their own.
He didn't know what had given them such ambitions, but Liu Zhi wasn't optimistic about their plans.
In the dozen or twenty years he'd been at it, Liu Zhi had barely managed to scrape together three legions. These men were usually treated as cannon fodder. Thinking they could raise a legion of their own was a joke.
Liu Zhi didn't have that many troops or that much energy to