Back in Cerulean Wave City, Qianye rubbed his temples helplessly. The firepower afforded by a well-equipped Martyr’s Palace was far beyond a sub-fleet. Three days of outfitting was definitely worth it.

After setting aside his worries, he got down to maneuvering the troops for deployment. The aristocratic family troops had not been reassigned since Qianye couldn’t let them see the number of werewolves he had taken in on Fort Continent. As such, they were all assigned to Zheng—they would serve to guard against Nan Ruohai on one hand while also making up for the empty positions from the recent transfers.

Relying on the massive fleet, Qianye mobilized over two hundred thousand werewolves from the great corridor and Jade Sea, over fifty thousand Zheng soldiers, and twenty thousand Dark Flame mercenaries. There was now a massive army amassed outside of the mist wall of the blessed land.

Even so, Qianye’s heart was filled with a lingering uneasiness whenever he thought about that six-armed creature....