Under the vast sky, the pitch-black Bagong Mountain towers mightily, like a giant beast lying dormant on the thick earth, covered with jagged rocks, and dense foliage that devours the light. The grass and plants sway in the wind, whispering in hushed tones, and the dark green trees sway eerily, like twisted demon claws. Among them, crimson flags flutter, weaving through the forest. Shadows of soldiers move within, without discernible numbers, only revealing...
The entire mountain range teemed with them!
When spread out, two hundred thousand soldiers indeed form such a spectacle.
Occasionally, silhouettes flew across the sky, likely cultivators from Yunding Palace coming to assist, numbering over twenty.
"Dan Liangcheng."
Emperor Longqing said in a drawn-out tone: "Is this what you said about reinforcements not exceeding fifty thousand?"
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