The Flying Cloud Tower ship moved sideways like a mountain's shadow, its armored decks gleaming as though freshly washed.
Marquis of Wu'an stood in a blue robe, straight as a spear. A faint radiance emanated from his body, answering the great banner hanging from the mast.
The Lost Realm's displacement had been underway for quite some time, and the Finger Map had long since become clear. There was no longer any need to worry about missing the appointed time.
Though his injuries had yet to heal, once military orders arrived, he had to rise so long as he still lived. The nourishment of the Heavenly Mansion's light never ceased.
What required consideration was that their target, the Saha Dragon Domain, was one of the Sea Race's main strongholds. A True King presided there, great armies were stationed there, and its world laws were equivalent to those of the Cang Sea.
Since its founding, it had never fallen.
Commander Qi's appetite was truly enormous. Did he mean to swallow a mighty bastion like this whole?
Looking over the current balance of the Lost Realm—
The Human Race's three strongholds were the Futu Pure Land, Heavenly Pure Kingdom, and Cangwu Realm.
The Sea Race's three strongholds were the Saha Dragon Domain, Laurel Sea, and East Sea Dragon Palace.
Uprooting the Saha Dragon Domain would be no different from reshaping the entire Lost Realm's structure. It could very well trigger a great war at the Dao Derivation level!
Jiang Wang had seen his share of grand scenes by now. He had watched Dao Derivation powerhouses clash more than once or twice, and had even been hunted down by one.
But if one were to ask whether he looked forward to battles of that level... he was not quite so eager to die.
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