Zhu Biqiong was not one to belittle herself. She judged that, as she was now, she could count as a powerhouse of her time within the Divine Presence Realm.
But to rampage through the Lost Realm was still beyond her.
Jiang Wang had dominated the Lost Realm through martial strength, while Li Longchuan had made his name there through military strategy. In neither respect could she compare with those two.
As for "welcoming back the remnants of the Dou'e Army," she did not actually hold much hope. She believed Lou Yue was not truly counting on her, either.
Of thirty to fifty thousand men, if three to five thousand could return, that would already be good fortune.
The Lost Realm was ever-changing and unfathomable. Enemy and allied forces interlocked like dogs' teeth, while domains constantly came into being and perished. Even now, many places remained unexplored by both the Human Race and the Sea Race.
She did not even know across which domains those remnants of the Dou'e Army had scattered—Jing Kingdom had never intended to enter the Lost Realm at all. Even what preparations they had made had been shattered in the Cang Sea.
Those who fled into the Lost Realm from the Cang Sea had most likely landed in Sea Race territory.
Sea Nest garrisons blocked the way ahead, while Cang Sea elites pursued from behind. There was no map of routes; they did not even know where they were, and could only gamble on their luck as they blundered onward.
She had no way to find a reliable route for those Dou'e Army remnants to return home.
Forget those remnants—even she herself had no clear sense of direction in the Lost Realm.
"Bewildering World." "Lost Realm." The names were truly fitting.
At one moment, a thought suddenly