There were over a thousand marshals gathered here, all of them on the level of God-Lords. Their combined might was so incredible that if they attacked Yang Qi’s lands, nothing could stop them.

Of course, it seemed unlikely that they would truly act in unison.

Yang Qi had already made a decision: he absolutely had to subjugate the two top leaders, Yang Primal-Chaos and Dugu Sheji. They were the key to controlling both armies.

One had a psychic scale of more than fifty billion, and the other was at sixty billion. It was hard to say what the two of them could accomplish together. Sadly, the idea of subjugating them seemed completely insane right now.

There was simply no way that Yang Qi could pull it off.

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