Two thousand years ago, a strand of sword light flashed across the nine heavens, tearing through the sky.
The world recovered, and martial arts began to revive.
Two thousand years later...
So, what we need to do next is to fight for control of this island…
"Does the General mean that we should fight the demons to the death on this island?"
Lin Xuan sneered.
With a hint of mockery in his eyes, he said, "I suppose General has other plans in mind!"
Our group of over ten thousand people is nothing more than bait.
Or rather, cannon fodder…
Lu Zhantian's expression changed slightly. He looked at Lin Xuan deeply and said, "Lin Xuan, I know you have a problem with the First Army."
There's also a rift between us.
You guessed right, I do have other plans, but I absolutely did not intend to use you as cannon fodder.
Those of us who don't go to the island are also working incredibly hard.
"It's just that you haven't seen our battlefield."
"hehe!"
Lin Xuan chuckled, unconvinced by Lu Zhantian's words.
Perhaps the old man is right, but Lin Xuan will not believe him, or at least not entirely.
This old man is cunning and scheming. Anyone who is foolish enough to believe him will be completely betrayed.
Seeing Lin Xuan's expression, Lu Zhantian knew that Lin Xuan still did not trust him.
But he didn't care.
He knew very well that Lin Xuan's prejudice against the First Army could not be dispelled by a few words.
"Listen up, everyone. I will take you there shortly. Once you reach the island, guard the entrance."
Lu Zhantian stopped talking to Lin Xuan, his expression hardening as he shouted to everyone, "In this battle, only victory is allowed, defeat is not an option..."