"..."
Zhong Fan looked up and said: "How many people?"
"Two hundred thousand!"
The scout said anxiously: "At least two hundred thousand, plus countless Immortal Masters!"
"Nonsense."
Zhong Fan said disdainfully: "Senior Brother Dan personally said, in such a short time, the maximum number of troops they can mobilize will not exceed fifty thousand.
"As for the cultivators.
"Yunding Palace, like us, needs to rely on sealing gaps, how many people can they send?"
"Immortal Master Zhong."
The scout stammered as he explained: "What I said is true, if you don't believe me, Immortal Master can see for yourself!"
Zhong Fan snorted coldly, stepped on his flying sword, and soared into the sky. He hadn't flown far when his body trembled.
Looking out.
On the dark earth, a massive army was marching through the wilderness, heading straight for Yongjia Prefecture. It was impossible to discern the exact number of people, only shadows moving like an ocean of troops.
