One hundred and seventy thousand marching cultivators were truly a sight that could not be ignored, their ranks stretching for countless kilometers.
This march lasted about two weeks, crossing a distance of more than a thousand kilometers until they finally reached the royal plains, stopping in a huge clearing surrounded by a dense forest.
They were still to march for a few more kilometers until they reached the fort where they would rest and prepare to go after the second prince, but they were forced to stop right there.
Looking across the clearing, the third prince saw banners he knew well. They were his brother's.
Turning to one of his generals, he ordered the troops to organize themselves, watching his brother's armies appear on the horizon.
Qingyi fortunately managed to keep up with Margareth, with Meilin in Ruxue's mind world.
They were now on the right flank of the huge army, exactly on the front line.
