And he was flaunting his wealth right in front of them, the direct descendants of the Five Great Families.
It was bizarre, yet they really had been stunned.
What First-Order God could possess war machines on such a scale?
Setting aside how many Mechanical Hearts it took for a mechanical civilization to cultivate artificial lifeforms...
The rare metals needed to build these war machines alone already amounted to an astronomical sum.
Normally, outsiders looked at these direct descendants of the Five Great Families as though they were the heirs of unimaginably wealthy households.
But now...
For the first time, Qin Zheng felt as though he had met someone truly loaded.
"Husband, my believers are over there."
Lu Wan spoke softly.
Yang Fan looked in the direction she pointed and saw that they occupied only a small patch of ground.
"There are twenty million Martial Disciples and ten million Martial Masters."
Lu Wan explained.
Hearing that, Yang Fan could not help raising his eyebrows.
Then he gave his wife a peculiar look.
Well, well. My wife came prepared to show up without putting in any real work.
At that thought, Yang Fan could not help feeling a little regret.
Had he known, he would have asked Lu Wan how many troops he should send before deploying them.
Judging by things now...
The gap between his Divine Kingdom's foundations and those of ordinary Lower-Order Gods seemed to have grown a little too large.
He had clearly wanted to keep a low profile.
Yet...
He had unwittingly pulled off an enormous flex.
What was done was done.
However much Yang Fan regretted it, there was no point now.
He could only silently remind himself to discuss things with his wife beforehand in the future.
After all, his evolution talent seemed a little