"Second Uncle, don't worry. Our strength is nothing like it used to be. We'll definitely be able to make a real difference." Tu Zhanyue gently patted Tu Zhen on the shoulder.
"That's right, Senior Tu Zhen. We won't hold you back, either."
Seeing this, Murong Huai added, "Exactly. They're strong enough to hold their own now. That one's Ning Fengzhi, with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, the greatest support-type Martial Soul on the continent. And Wu Chuan is a top-tier food-type Soul Master."
At that, Tu Zhen said no more. "All right. Since you're so set on this, I won't try to stop you. But even though you're all Soul Ancestors and Soul Kings, you still lack experience on the battlefield. Head to the Third Defense Line first. The beast tide there is relatively weak."
"That works."
"By the way, Tu Zhen, the fighting is so fierce. Why hasn't Spirit Hall sent out the Red Barbarian Cannons?"
Tu Zhen shook his head. "Sigh. The armies of the two great empires are all around us. Considering how secret the Red Barbarian Cannons are, we didn't request firearms..."
"Bullshit! Our own brothers are about to be wiped out, and you're still worried about keeping things secret? Let them see! What's the problem? If they don't like it, we can feed them a couple of cannonballs and see how they enjoy that!" Murong Huai flew into a rage.
Although the Black Flame Army was an independent fighting force, all the firearms within Spirit Hall were allocated by the Military Affairs Department.
As he spoke, Murong Huai took the Pope Token from his Soul Tool and tossed it to Tu Zhen.
"Take my token and have the Military Affairs Department send over a hundred Red Barbarian Cannons, along with ten thousand