Each with Their Own Thoughts

Lü Chen was only an envoy. Naturally, he had no authority to decide, much less agree to King Wuhuan's outrageous demands. Yet he did not dare bargain either. With other concerns weighing on him as well, he soon took his leave.

Watching Lü Chen depart, the Wuhuan generals each had their own thoughts. Jiang Sheng looked at Jian Shang with considerable concern and cautioned him:

"My lord! We never imagined the Otherworlder Faction would be so powerful. With our founding ceremony taking place now, if we truly fall out with them, we'll have a hard time holding them off!"

Before Jian Shang could respond, Gao Hong's delicate brows drew into a deep frown. She said worriedly, "This was certainly unexpected. We knew there were countless Otherworlders, but everyone considered them a disorganized rabble. Who would have thought they could mobilize 3.2 million experts, all comparable to Human-grade Azure Rank special troops? No wonder the Secret Division reported that these people weren't ordinary Otherworlders. So they were Otherworlder Soldiers?"

Ordinary Otherworlders were one thing. With the strength of Otherworlder Soldiers and discipline on par with the natives' regular armies, their fighting capabilities could hardly be lumped together. It was like the difference between Jianghu fighters and soldiers of equal individual strength—a world apart. The Wuhuan generals could not help worrying.

"What's so strange about that? You know Otherworlders have their own world. Naturally, they also have institutions like an Imperial Court, armies, and the Jianghu. You could say that almost everything this world has also exists in the Otherworlder World, just with different structures and names. Given their staggering population, a little over three million soldiers is actually very few. That's only three in a thousand. There are certainly more!"

Jian Shang shook his head and explained to the generals thoughtfully.