Everyone who heard me agreed. For someone with self-respect, being driven away from their beloved career is very painful.
However, everyone has to agree that I'm right. They are really useless now. To participate in the Five Realms, the minimum standard on the battlefield is to be a Three Realms Spirit Refining cultivator.
Those at the second level of the Innate Realm might die with a single breath, while those at the first level might be gone with a single glance. Everyone began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Only a dozen or so of the Three Realms masters are left. After all, our Biyou Palace has only been established for a short time. Including those recruited and those trained by ourselves, there are probably only thirty or forty Three Realms Grandmasters.
Even with all my efforts, I might not have as many experts as those in the fourth or fifth realm. After all, I can summon fifth-realm experts directly now.
However, the lower-level forces are insufficient. Fortunately, there are still alchemical armed forces, so there will be more people who can survive on the Fifth Realm battlefield.
In the end, there won't be more than a hundred people at the third realm. Although this number exceeds that of most ordinary forces, the opponents I face are not ordinary forces either.
My current strength is clearly inferior to those who have taken over Gao Tianyuan's possessions. Now I need to think of some ways to weaken them further.
Seeing that things were mostly arranged, I took the Evil Emperor back. Nezha and Ao Bing stayed at the forward base. Now, with the three great demons recuperating here,
There are already nine experts at the fifth realm here, but even if they join forces, they cannot defeat the two experts the other side has revealed, and the other side clearly also has other ordinary fifth realm demons.
Then it will be a battle of kings against kings, generals against generals, with no room for slacking off. I wasn't too happy about that, so when I got back, I spent the whole night taking care of my waist.
After venting my frustration, Meiyao noticed that I was unhappy and endured my torment all night.
After I felt better, I looked at my beautiful waist covered in bruises and felt apologetic. The continuous summoning did have some side effects, namely, my emotions became a bit unstable.
Meiyao didn't say anything, she just lay silently in my arms, and asked worriedly, "Is it difficult to handle?"
Not wanting him to worry, I lied and said, "It's nothing, everything's been taken care of. We'll go home once the storm stops."
Meiyao didn't expose my lie; she just silently buried her head in my chest.
Life goes on, though. The storm has been raging for almost a week with no sign of abating, and all parties involved have tacitly fallen silent.
For several days in a row, nothing happened. It seemed that everything had calmed down and nothing had happened.
But we all know this is just a facade; in reality, everyone is waiting for a catalyst.
Mu Xinghui has already contacted the Shushan Sword Sect and requested reinforcements, explaining the problems on this side, but it's still unknown who can come.
The dynasty also needs to mobilize its military forces; we can't let others raid our base while we're reinforcing them. Just then, Madara sent word that he had found something and asked me to go take a look, as it might be helpful in future battles.
I happened to have nothing else to do, so I quickly went over to see what Madara had discovered.
Actually, I'm quite curious about what he found that he said could help in the upcoming great battle, which is about to be a battle between five martial saints.
Moreover, it involves a battle between more than double-digit experts at the fifth realm; ordinary items are simply useless.
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