"Emperor Mu, this subordinate is guilty."
Leading the three thousand Blood Eagle Guards who remained, the Blood Eagle King bowed low before the tall figure clad in golden armor, who was surrounded by a vast dark tide and looked like a golden god of war.
"The three mountain lords of the God Pavilion joined forces to ambush your Blood Eagle Division. It wasn't your fault."
Mu Chen stepped forward from the crowd and helped the Blood Eagle King to his feet.
As a competent commander, he had to learn how to soothe his subordinates.
The Blood Eagle King murmured, "I'm ashamed," then rose with relief.
He had thought that causing such a huge mess and drawing Emperor Mu, an emperor-level fighter, into the matter would earn him a thorough dressing-down. He hadn't expected to get off so easily.
Emperor Mu really was a good man. It wasn't for nothing that he'd spent the past year or so as a "Mu Chen flatterer."
"Come on. Let's go see the God Pavilion's thirty thousand troops."
Mu Chen led the way, and the other powerful figures hurried after him.
In the ancient world, two elite armies faced off.
Near the valley, banners stood like a forest and the army formation loomed like a mountain. It lay silent and still, like a colossal dark beast, as terrifying Battle Will radiated from it.
The enemy troops on the outskirts were a mix of three armies.
One scarlet, one icy white, and one pitch-black.
The army formation of Sky Crocodile Mountain had just been pierced through, and it had lost nearly half its forces.
In other words, even with the three mountain lords joining forces, they had only twenty-five thousand men.
The Crocodile Mountain Army! The Sky Bear Army! The Flame Wolf Army!
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