My Profession Could Be Infinitely Upgraded

There were more than ten people in the group, most of them travel-worn youths. Their armor still bore mottled traces of erosion from the gray mist. Clearly, they had been temporarily pulled back from the front-line battlefield.

Leading them were two middle-aged men, one a scholar and the other a military general.

The scholar was lean, with three wisps of long beard. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the vertical crease between his brows, carved by years of frowning, was as deep as a knife scar. He was Helan Yan, chief strategist of the Mystic Moon Court.

The general was broad-backed and bear-waisted, his right arm severed at the elbow. Yet the loss of that arm had not weakened his aura. Instead, it had made him even sharper.

He was considered the Mystic Moon Dynasty's third strongest expert, Han Rong.

With the first pillar stationed at the front lines and the second war general guarding the capital, Han Rong, third in strength, was already the only freely deployable powerhouse left in the Mystic Moon Dynasty.

His arrival here also demonstrated how seriously the Mystic Moon Dynasty regarded this matter.

Yet after arriving, the first to speak were not those two, but the youths.

Those transferred from the front line, where survival and death hung in the balance, to participate in this great undertaking were all exceptional talents selected from a hundred miles around within the Mystic Moon Dynasty.

They were loyal and hot-blooded, but young people were always high-spirited, and they could never hide what lay in their eyes.

At that moment, a handsome young commander with a heroic bearing finally could not restrain himself after hearing Mengli's brief arrangements. He stepped forward.

His lips moved several times. Unconcealed fervor and unwillingness burned in his eyes, and his voice