At Si Chen's command, the army began to move.
Zhu Yao's crimson hair danced amid the golden light filling the sky. She nodded at Si Chen, then swept her hand forward.
"All divisions of the Demon Race, march with me!"
With a roar that shook the Void, the demon army surged along the branches of the Fusang Divine Tree, pouring in vast ranks into the endless passages through the Void.
Without waiting for Si Chen to answer, the speaker straightened and followed Zhu Yao into the depths of the passage.
The divine tree had belonged to the Demon Realm in the first place. With her and Feng Qing present, the Demon Realm's army traversed the Spatial Passage as though walking on level ground.
Bai He also put away his earlier astonishment. He straightened his white immortal robe, approached Si Chen, and bowed deeply with utmost solemnity.
"Rest assured, Imperial Lord. I will not fail you."
Si Chen nodded slightly. "Take care, fellow Daoist."
Bai He bowed again, then turned toward the hundred-odd Immortal Kings standing ready. For the first time after countless millennia of restraint, a fierce edge flashed in his eyes.
"Comrades of the Immortal Realm, move out!"
Boom!!
Hundreds of enormous immortal ships roared into motion at once, trailing long streams of light through the Void as they sailed in mighty ranks toward another direction of the Fusang Divine Tree.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the million-strong army inside the Fusang Divine Tree had departed.
Si Chen stood where he was, watching the Immortal Realm's army disappear beyond the golden light. His expression remained calm, and for a long time, he said nothing.
Xie Changsheng and the others exchanged glances, then approached with smiles.
"Brother Si, we'll be setting out too."
Si Chen