Lu Ye's voice rang out in the Main Tent.
"With the Allied Army at this scale, whether I'm here or not makes no difference anymore."
In truth, once the Allied Army had surpassed three thousand people, Lu Ye's role within it had become quite limited. Even if three thousand cultivators launched a direct assault, they could breach the Protective Grand Array of any Myriad Demon Ridge camp.
The most important role Lu Ye played in the Allied Army was its cohesion. The Allied Army had initially formed around him, and every sect that joined afterward had done so for the same reason. It could be said that although Lu Ye was not the strongest cultivator in the Allied Army, he was the one most capable of winning everyone's trust.
Other than him, even a Core Region powerhouse would have found it difficult to unite the Allied Army into a single whole.
Now that the Allied Army had grown to nearly twenty thousand people, one more Lu Ye made no difference, and one less made no difference either.
Negotiations between the Divine Sea Realm great cultivators of both camps had become the inevitable trend. The Allied Army would certainly disband where it stood, but Lu Ye had no intention of stopping there.
He did not know how much Merit he had plundered along the way, but he was likely still some distance from his goal. No matter what, he had to capture more Myriad Demon Ridge forces.
The Myriad Demon Ridge had given him the title Gate-Destroying Leaf, but in truth, he was more like a prairie fire. Wherever he went, so long as he remained in the Spirit Stream Battlefield, he could spread those flames in every direction.
"What about us?"
A Garrison Envoy asked.
"Wait here. Put pressure on