This expedition was fraught with immense danger.
Subjectively, Su Mo did not wish to see the people of the Peerless Divine Gate appear, but he also knew it was unavoidable.
Fortunately, everyone had made preparations in advance and would not perish completely.
As the saying went, a cunning rabbit had three burrows; the experts of the Peerless Divine Gate each had ten.
Su Mo's gaze continued sweeping through the slave army, and he saw numerous people from the Original World.
Yunlan Dao Master, Du'e Dao Master, Ji Rong, and others he either knew or did not know.
Although the Original World was the weakest among the Five Great Origin Worlds, quite a large number of people had come—no fewer than three hundred thousand.
Naturally, most of them were Fortune Realm existences, while the proportion of Dao Realm cultivators was low.
Compared to the people from the other Origin Worlds, those from the Original World were clearly in poor spirits. Confusion, fear, and various other emotions filled many of their eyes.
They had not been ruled by the Soul Clan for long. How could they have ever witnessed such a colossal formation?
Tens of billions of troops, countless Dao Realm experts, and numerous Heaven-Splitting Realm great powers setting out to conquer other Origin Worlds—this was something they had never even dared imagine before.
Fear!
For most people of the Yuanshi World, the greatest thing in their hearts was fear—fear of the war to come.
They also knew that they might be nothing more than cannon fodder, but they had no choice.
Time slowly passed amid the confusion of countless people. Several hours later, the people of the Shi Ye Tribe and the Chi Ming Tribe arrived one after another.
The formations of these two great tribes were not inferior to that