Everyone on Liu Zhi's island was keeping an eye on the proto-legions that might become legions. Not a single change escaped their notice.
As soon as the Blizzard Legion took shape, some people immediately understood what had happened.
Although nine heroes in the Blizzard Legion hadn't wanted this, that didn't mean the other heroes felt the same way. Almost at once, three heroes who had been chosen as provisional legion commanders led the others to the Extreme Cold Palace.
But before they could state what they wanted, Liu Zhi descended from the sky and landed on the roof of the Extreme Cold Palace.
"Enough. If I had more heroes at my disposal, I wouldn't stop you from making your choice. But I can't allow it now. I can feel it—the great battle is about to begin. Before it does, I need ten legions that can leave the Ghost Domain and move with the main force.
"The Blizzard Legion was an exception. All of you, behave yourselves. I gave you so many undead not so you could take shortcuts."
At Liu Zhi's command, the heroes were sent back.
Still, they now saw a clear path to becoming a legion-level force.
There were three possible routes. With the easiest one blocked, they could try the other two.
Soon, Liu Zhi received applications from numerous provisional legions seeking to go out to sea and pick a fight with the Fishmen.
To make sure they could form their legions quickly, they no longer brought along their spider units.
Liu Zhi was fairly pleased by their ambition. He had raised these heroes for so many years; it was time to put them to good use.
He didn't want them all sitting around with nothing to do.
So Liu Zhi watched as wave after wave of