This Chaos race faction was not very large, with only a little over thirty million people, but it was far from simple.
This faction seemed able to communicate and interact with other factions. In other words, it was connected to other Chaos race factions; they dealt with one another, traded with one another, and did other things together.
Zhao Fu was rather surprised, as he had not known about such a thing before.
Now, Zhao Fu led his army here and first used a spatial-sealing formation to lock down the space, preventing this faction from using the Teleportation Array and from sending any news out.
Everyone in this Chaos race faction stood guard atop the city walls. Seeing the Great Qin Soldiers surging forth like a tidal wave, they became exceedingly panicked and terrified. There were simply too many Great Qin Soldiers for them to withstand. And where had so many people from the Apocalypse World suddenly come from?
Zhao Fu was also filled with great confidence, because he had brought five hundred million Great Qin Soldiers—ten times the number of the Chaos race's soldiers.
"Do I need to say anything more? Are you willing to submit to me?"
The leader on the city wall was a fat middle-aged man in a long robe, emanating a powerful aura.
Hearing Zhao Fu's words, the middle-aged man hesitated inwardly. He understood that if they fought, they would certainly lose. How could their thirty million people possibly withstand more than five hundred million soldiers?
They were not mindless insect beasts, fearless of death, who would charge at anyone from the Apocalypse World on sight.
Boom!
An immense imperial aura erupted, spreading outward incessantly like a tide and covering a radius of one hundred thousand meters. The air instantly froze solid.
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