Three minutes later.
Thirty thousand troops, all assembled, forming a massive phalanx. At the forefront stood Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and Divinity Transformation Realm old monsters.
Zhang Xiaohao stood on the front of the carriage, gazing at the thirty thousand troops below him. He felt a sense of commanding the landscape, swallowing rivers and mountains. No wonder so many people craved power; this feeling was truly wonderful.
"Leave one regiment behind to guard Death Swamp! Strictly forbid anyone from approaching. Whoever dares to come close, execute them all!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered.
"We obey your decree!" The thirty thousand troops responded respectfully.
Zhang Xiaohao's gaze shifted onto the Heavenly Lady.
"Sir, do you have any arrangements?" the Heavenly Lady asked.
"I'm not entirely comfortable with leaving this place unguarded! If you stay and guard here, I'll feel more assured!" Zhang Xiaohao pondered for a while before saying.
