"Tap, tap, tap..."
"Clop, clop, clop..."
On the long, broad road, the rumble of vehicles pulled by Soul Beasts mingled with the footfalls of other Soul Beasts, creating a sound with a character all its own.
Jiang Mingyang sat on the back of the ten-thousand-year Windwhistle Wolf King. Looking at the wildflowers and grasses spread across the hills, he felt inexplicably at ease.
Even the things around him seemed to fill him with joy, and a bold spirit rose in his heart.
This world will belong to me, Jiang Mingyang... to the common people!
Over the past few days, soldiers from around Heaven Dou Imperial City had been making their way to the Balak Kingdom in successive waves.
The small contingent that remained was the Heaven Dou Empire's elite force, now traveling with the emperor.
Jiang Mingyang and the others were on the road with them.
As emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, Qian Renxue's personal expedition naturally demanded the grandest display.
The troops protecting her were all young elite soldiers. Many were Soul Masters, numbering around twenty thousand, while the non-Soul Master soldiers numbered nearly forty thousand.
The soldiers marched six abreast, with two Soul Masters and four ordinary elite soldiers in each row.
There were roughly two meters between rows. Including a small number of vehicles and the food-supply convoy behind them, the entire procession numbered about seventy thousand.
The whole force wound along the road for nearly thirty kilometers. It was a magnificent sight.
Even Jiang Mingyang had been stunned when he first saw it.
Seventy thousand people standing together, if packed tightly, would fill only about two football fields. That did not sound especially impressive, and Jiang Mingyang had thought so at first.
After all, in the novels from his previous life, armies of a million