The central command tent!
The six great legion commanders gathered, looking at the sand table before them. Their faces were cold, their Evil Qi palpable. Perhaps due to being hastily made, the sand table looked somewhat crude, but it still clearly demarcated the mountains, rivers, and ancestral lands of the All Demons' Saint's Court.
"Marshal, all one billion alien soldiers are in position. They can attack at any time!" Zhao Yun said, clasping his hands, his tone slightly unnatural. He was certain that once the war broke out, these one billion alien soldiers would become cannon fodder.
"Gentlemen, we are currently located within the 'Corner Horse Clan.' There are still five ancient-grade Dao Domains and six hundred and ninety-two alien races between us and the Ancient Court Dao Domain!" Bai Qi sat sternly on the commander's seat, his expression like ice. His blood-red pupils seethed with Evil Qi, as if an endless river of blood flowed within them, a sight one dared not meet.
