At those words, the Central Army Headquarters Tent fell utterly silent.
The Jiao Demon King, the deputy general at the taiyi golden immortal peak seated first on the left, jerked his head up and said urgently, "Marshal! The enemy numbers seventy million, and their commander-in-chief, Ran Deng, is a half-step quasi-saint! If we abandon the star fortress's defensive line and take the offensive, we'll be throwing eggs against a rock..."
"Are you telling me how to do my job?"
Chen Lin did not turn around.
He merely stood at the tent entrance, his tone as casual as if he were asking about the weather.
Not a trace of oppressive aura escaped him. Yet the Jiao Demon King felt as though lightning had struck him. His taiyi golden immortal peak immortal power froze instantly, his knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud. Cold sweat soaked through his heavy armor.
"I wouldn't dare!" the Jiao Demon King said, his voice trembling.
"Military orders are absolute. Defy them, and you die." Chen Lin stepped out of the tent and vanished into the starry void.
Inside the tent, thirteen taiyi golden immortals and seventy-six golden immortals exchanged bewildered looks.
Ling Yuling drew a deep breath. Beneath her moon-white court robes, her hand clenched the hilt of her sword, and she was the first to turn and leave.
"Commander Ling!" The Jiao Demon King rose, gritting his teeth. "Has the new marshal lost his mind? He's marching us to our deaths!"
"General Jiao, if you want to die, you're welcome to disobey." Ling Yuling did not slow her steps, her voice cool. "But I advise you to muster your troops immediately."
*Would a monster who cultivated from the great vehicle stage to quasi-saint in ten thousand years march to his death?