The clouds.
A hundred thousand Rampant Soldiers were lined up in neat rows, their momentum soaring like a rainbow, their divine armor blotting out the sun.
Zhao Wuji stood atop the clouds alongside a massive Ghost King resembling a grotesque infant.
"Eight counties. The surrounding eight counties are all under the jurisdiction of Xuanke Temple."
Zhao Wuji gazed coldly at the expanse below.
The eight counties housed over two million people, all under Xuanke Temple's control.
The same scene as after the Dragon Abyss Conference.
In just a few decades, this number would undoubtedly double.
Five million people, coupled with thirty thousand square miles of expansive land—it was enough to make anyone covetously greedy.
Zhao Wuji dreamed of taking their place.
The honor of Rampant Soldier Ancestor should belong to me!!
Zhao Wuji roared inwardly like a mad beast.
Song Lin had done nothing but create a few advanced types of Rampant Soldiers.
