The Asura King leading this group of Rebel Army was named Broken Junk. Yes, it was exactly that rustic a name.
Broken Junk had been born into the lowest ranks of the Asura, but it had possessed exceptional talent and considerable combat strength.
Later, after some unknown fortuitous encounter, it had somehow become an Asura King.
As it watched the Silver Horns under its command organize the troops, it suddenly sensed spatial fluctuations and frowned.
However, the Asura under its command did not realize this.
The Rebel Army was not small, but all its members had joined recently. Their numbers had been soaring, yet their management had failed to keep up.
Although Asura warriors were fierce and brave, their organizational skills had never been very good. It was common for commanders not to know their soldiers and soldiers not to know their commanders.
A force that had swelled like an inflated balloon, such as this one, was even more of a chaotic mess.
Originally, they had not thought much of it. As long as they deployed enough troops, they could simply crush any Human Race cultivators they encountered.
Upon noticing the spatial fluctuations, an Asura even shouted, "We're crossing space! Line up, quickly!"
Most of the Asura had not realized that these fluctuations had not been caused by their own king.
Broken Junk, however, was horrified at the sight and immediately shouted, "Enemy attack! Watch for an enemy attack!"
But it was already too late. Less than a breath after the spatial fluctuations began, more than a dozen shadowy figures appeared.
"Human Race cultivators!" An Asura finally reacted. Those figures were so small; they had to be humans!
"Human Race mighty figures!" Broken Junk's face darkened, and its heart sank to the bottom. "They're all mighty figures!"
It had heard