"Instructor Ling, could you wait a moment?"
This adjutant truly could not hold it in any longer and finally spoke up.
Ling Zhan calmly raised his head and glanced at him, signaling for him to say whatever he needed to say.
The adjutant hurriedly asked, "Instructor Ling, among these four thousand withdrawal applications, there are quite a few exceptionally powerful prodigies, and no shortage above level 170. If we approve all their withdrawals at once, won't our Demon-Slaying Legion be left with only a little over three thousand people?"
The Demon-Slaying Legion had a total of 7,200 members.
Now, roughly four thousand had left.
That indeed left them with only a little over three thousand people.
Compared to those massive legions numbering in the hundreds of millions or even billions, the difference in numbers was not small by any measure.
Of course...
A truly powerful legion valued quality over quantity.
One had to know that even an elite legion with only a few hundred members could rival a massive legion tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, strong.
A few hundred people moving together in a tight formation, with all kinds of barriers reflecting long-range attacks maintained without interruption—even melee enemies who charged in would be bounced straight back.
You could even see...
A legion of just a few hundred weaving through a massive battlefield, facing every enemy force that vastly outnumbered them without the slightest fear.
But the problem was...
The Demon-Slaying Legion now had far too few people. They were about to assault thirty super fortresses—how were they supposed to breach those super fortresses with so few members?
"It doesn't matter. It's nothing."
Ling Zhan's tone remained as calm as ever. He did not care in the slightest about these people leaving the legion.
Naturally, he could