After half a year of marshaling his forces for war, King Xi was preparing to send out troops for the seventh time to attack Spirit Horn City Domain.
The Upper Layer forces on his side would arrive above the city domain first, while the opposing Upper Layer forces would likewise be dispatched, and the two sides would engage in tentative confrontation.
Both sides had reached a certain tacit understanding here. They would not fight to the death, but would wait for the many flying-vessel soldiers and Creation weapons below to determine victory or defeat. If one side lost, that side's Upper Layer forces would naturally withdraw.
That was how things stood for now, because both sides still had room to advance or retreat. But if they truly reached a point with nowhere left to retreat, then it would be difficult to say.
In the main hall, after King Xi had concluded the military council and personally issued one military directive after another, he suddenly thought of something and casually asked, "By the way, how are those Celestials? Have they arrived?"
One confidant seated nearby answered, "I looked into them. Every one of them is weak, barely comparable to some low-ranking soldiers. But they truly do not fear death, which can barely be considered a... hm, strength, I suppose?" His words immediately drew several low chuckles.
King Xi laughed. "Then my grandnephew at least needn't worry about compensation for these people."
Those around him all cooperatively burst into laughter. A few laughed especially extravagantly, their voices echoing through the hall.
Another person spoke up. "Your Highness, I once kindly tried to recruit them, intending to give them an opportunity to serve. Does Your Highness know what they said?"
Seeing King Xi look over with interest, the man became even more animated.