The vast army stretched endlessly, not only including the armies of the Three States and the Two Countries but also reinforcements arriving from Canglin State, Dream Swamp State, and Man Yue State.
With nearly ten thousand players, it looked like a sea of people as far as the eye could see.
At this moment, atop the towering magic altar within the Ten Extremes Formation facing this army, Long Wushang was also observing the army ahead.
Though unwilling to admit it, he had to acknowledge that this army was indeed terrifyingly massive.
Yet, even so, Long Wushang remained full of confidence.
"This ragtag bunch thinks that with sheer numbers they can halt my progress. Hmph, how laughable, how pathetic. In these chaotic times, with cataclysm imminent, demons run rampant, and the human path is waning; only true powerhouses can bring order to the Nine States and lead the Nine Provinces Human Clan through this doomsday calamity.
