Great Shang's twenty armies set out, advancing in all directions without leaving a single blind spot.
As the Human Emperor, Jiang Ming remained in the imperial palace of Chaoge City, quietly waiting for the first wave of benefits to descend and help him break through to the Primordial Grand Dao Saint Realm.
He had not wanted things to turn out this way, but the Karmic Tribulation was surging and was about to erupt within Great Shang, threatening to sever the roots of the Human Race.
Thus, as the last Human King, Jiang Ming could only fight to the death. Either he became a Human Emperor, ruled the Earth Immortal Realm, and brought prosperity to the Human Dao—
Or he failed and fled, waiting until he was strong enough to return and exact vengeance.
Jiang Ming's mind remained clear. He did not want to die yet.
Now that the armies had marched out, they swept forward with unstoppable momentum, forming military formations and coordinating with the most advanced weaponry for concentrated fire coverage. Aircraft, artillery, Mecha.
A hail of bullets and shells.
Ordinary Other Realms that attempted resistance could not withstand even a single round of attacks.
As for demons and devils unwilling to submit, they could only face devastating strikes.
Ordinary Lesser Demon soldiers were simply throwing away their lives when they charged forward.
Even powerful demon generals and Demon Kings could not withstand a single charge from Jiang Ming's overwhelming descent.
Those willing to submit became mounts, while those unwilling became spoils of war.
Half a Yue passed in the blink of an eye.
The various armies swept through everything in their path, expanding Great Shang's territory fivefold.
And on that very day, the boundless Merit Fortune, Human Dao Fortune, and Dynastic Fortune surrounding Jiang Ming condensed into a