Duke Minghai, Duke Wenyuan, and the group of generals arrived beside Qianye, waiting for their next order. Qianye scanned the men with his eyes.

Everyone here had been reborn, regardless of their person or status. Just like the demonic army Zhao Jundu had led back then, they were devoid of fear and keen to push the limits of their strength.

Some of them found it strange. Why would he stop right as their destination was in sight?

With a wave of his hand, Qianye summoned a map of the area with his blood energy. There was a bright spot on a mountain close to the entrance.

“The final battle will be here.”

“Not bad, easy to defend and difficult to attack,” Duke Wenyuan said.

“The prolonged exposure to the black flames have made the nearby mountains even harder than top-grade alloy. None below the marquis rank can even damage it. It’s definitely a good battleground where our geographical advantage will remain constant,” said Duke Minghai.

Duke Wenyuan added, “The only problem is that we have no supplies. If the dark races surround us without attacking, we won’t be able to last long. We’ll...