The "bottom of the pocket" that seems to be the strongest is actually the weakest link. In order to completely annihilate the enemy, Xiong Zhangming deployed more troops to block layers along the way.

If the enemy is stunned and charges with all their might, they might be able to pierce their pockets and escape alive.

However, Xiong Zhang was sure that the enemy would not be able to see through the blood evil he amplified with [Mobile Like Thunder], and he would never dare to fight head-on with an enemy that exceeded "two million".

However, in fact, he only had 300,000 people in his pocket.

Pursing his lips, Xiong Zhangming narrowed his eyes as he looked at the more than 200,000 people left by the enemy to survive, and controlled the army with his spiritual thoughts to slowly surround them.

On the spiritual level, the huge Xuanwu Army Soul cheered and neighed, gnawing at the sea of ​​blood beneath its feet, like a ferocious beast tearing apart its prey, tearing off a huge piece of crimson.

Chewing and swallowing with big mouthfuls, the mysterious inscriptions on the Xuanwu Army Soul's back armor surged with divine light, enjoying the richness of blood food wantonly.

On the earth, the pitch-black army trampled the corpses and limbs of the enemy, gradually dyeing the earth a cruel blood color.

……………………

"Ho~~"

A vague roar came from the far end of the sky. Zhuge Fan glanced at it, quickly retracted his attention, and continued to mobilize the hidden army of military secrets.

[It’s hard to know like it’s dark]!

On the temporary dock, huge transport ships slowly approached, quickly put down their soldiers and equipment, and then hurriedly left to vacate their berths.

In just half a day, more than 100,000 troops landed completely and were ready to go.

The sun had already set at this time, and there were no lights on the remote and dark coast. Everyone moved slowly by the dim moonlight.

"about there."

After completing the final preparations, Zhuge Fan informed the accompanying [Dragon of Zhenguo].

Soon, the mysterious and majestic divinity surged quietly, penetrated the barriers of time and space, and was projected to the distant shore.

The next second, the void squirmed, and faint pure white particles fell from the distorted space and time, condensing into a hazy and transparent human-shaped outline.

Buzz~

The trembling outline suddenly condensed, and the divine light collapsed, revealing the real boy in white.

"See [Zhen Guo Gong]."

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Zhao Yinshun waved his hands casually.

"Get up, the Beimingzhu Kingdom has already started, we must hurry up."

"Follow orders."

Just when everyone was preparing to sneak towards [Shanhai Pass] dozens of miles away as planned, Zhao Yinshun suddenly remembered something and asked with interest.

"By the way, who is going to deliver the Yu family's letters?"

"Your Majesty, it's me."

Si Koulong quickly stood up and replied respectfully.

"Well... give it to me, I will send it in personally."

"this……"

After being stunned for a second, he didn't expect Zhao Yinshun to be so interested. Si Koulong quickly took out the letter and handed it to the young man.

Immediately, looking at Zhao Yinshun's elegant temperament and handsome and picturesque facial features, Si Koulong hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, you are too conspicuous, you don't look like a messenger..."

"This is simple."

With a thought, the gentle and jade-like young man seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of darkness, and he quickly turned from a flawless jade into an inconspicuous stone.

"??!"

Eyes widening in disbelief, Si Koulong looked up and down, frowning in confusion.

He was obviously still the same person, but he looked like an ordinary thing, as if covered by some kind of barrier, blocking his brilliance.

Suddenly, Sikolong thought of [Unknown as Yin] in the secret method of military art.

On the side, Kui Qianhan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, vaguely understanding the principle of this move.

Using divinity to forcibly tamper with self-information, distort other people's perceptions, and there are some incomprehensible breath-holding methods...

"Okay, let's go, don't make people wait too long."

Turning over the letter between his fingers, Zhao Yinshun gave an order, and the huge army silently marched towards [Shanhai Pass].

Ghostly black shadows flickered one after another, and all the bright and dark whistles along the way died silently. Not only did they not scream, they did not even emit a trace of the smell of blood.

Zhuge Fan, who controlled the army, clearly observed this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

major!

So professional!

Compared to these [Dragon of the Nation] reserves, the army's scouts and sentries are just like wooden stakes!

This is a crushing at the professional level, and it is almost impossible to make up for it!

Hmm... I can't reach the [Dragon of the Kingdom] in the Mythical Realm, but can these reserve players in the Legendary Realm make some ideas?

Not too many, just one or two for each group...

While Zhuge Fan was thinking about how to "gather up the dragon's hair", Zhao Yinshun and several of his subordinates quietly left the army and galloped towards the majestic pass that was vaguely visible.

Soon, an "ordinary" young man in white came outside [Shanhai Pass] and walked straight towards the soldiers on duty.

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Chapter completed!