The giant ape said warily, "The Silver Armor Army is one of the Nangong Family's three great divine armies. Its ranks number a million, and every one of those million soldiers is a Mahayana cultivator."
Such a force would be impossible to ignore anywhere. That was why he feared them so greatly.
The saying, "When silver armor marches forth, not a blade of grass remains," was no empty boast.
"Behind me stand the countless sons and daughters of the Nangong Family. How can I retreat?"
The middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice. He was the commander-in-chief of the Silver Armor Army, a member of the Nangong Family himself. Behind him were his family, his kin—how could he possibly fall back?
"Since we can't come to an agreement, then we fight."
The giant ape roared, raising the staff in his hand high before sweeping it forward. In an instant, the ferocious beasts that had held themselves back for so long could no longer restrain themselves, charging at the Silver Armor Army one after another.
"Form ranks!"
The middle-aged man bellowed, gripping his spear. The million Silver Armor Army soldiers swiftly formed up behind him, while he himself leaped high into the air and charged toward the giant ape.
The giant ape possessed peak Earth Immortal cultivation. Here, only he could hold it back.
The Silver Armor Army was powerful, but a single Earth Immortal cultivator was enough to slaughter them all.
In an instant, the great battle erupted. Countless Silver Armor Army soldiers and ferocious beasts were ground directly into minced flesh, the scene incomparably bloody.
The entire starry battlefield had long become a meat grinder. In the sky, the middle-aged man and the giant ape fought back and forth, neither able to gain the upper hand over the other