"Senior Brother Xiong, what exactly is going on?" Lan Dianzi's back was drenched in cold sweat. He too flew beside Xiong Yi and asked loudly, "Are these hundreds of thousands of disciples truly disciples of our Creation Sect?"
"How would I know?" Xiong Yi had an indescribably ecstatic premonition in his heart, yet he still lowered his voice. "I only used it to bolster the morale of the sect's disciples! As for the specifics... we'll have to ask Black Bear!"
"Go!" With guilt in his heart, Lan Dianzi was naturally extremely uneasy, and he urged Xiong Yi on.
Xiong Yi and Lan Dianzi flew high into the air and were immediately spotted by the Golden Eagle. Flapping his wings, the Golden Eagle reached them before Black Bear, transformed into human form, and bowed. "Golden Eagle greets the two Young Sect Leaders!"
"You really are the Golden Eagle?" Lan Dianzi found it unbelievable. After all, the Golden Eagle's fierce aura was far stronger than that of the Demon Generals he had seen before.
"Yes, this lowly one is the Golden Eagle!" the Golden Eagle answered blandly. Although he addressed Lan Dianzi as Young Sect Leader, he was originally Xiao Hua's gatekeeping demon beast, and from his own perspective, he felt closer to Xiao Hua.
"Are these hundreds of thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators all disciples of our Creation Sect?" Xiong Yi pressed again.
"Yes!" The Golden Eagle nodded. "These two hundred thousand disciples are precisely Creation Sect disciples personally forged by Master!"
"How is that possible?" Lan Dianzi cried out again. "Hasn't Elder been suppressed by the Biqingyu Demon King all these years? How could he possibly have cultivated so many Nascent Soul cultivators???"
By now, the two hundred thousand iron-blooded troops had already surged beneath Xiong Yi and Lan Dianzi.