"No masters?" Owen Cantrell asked, puzzled, looking at the scout.
"Correct, they should not have more troops."
"It's impossible! Without a powerful army, what do they rely on to defeat my two thousand troops?"
Owen Cantrell really couldn't understand this matter now.
"Commander, from what we know of the enemy's army, there are no Eight-Star people in this region, so you are the strongest person here," a general stated earnestly.
Owen Cantrell nodded slightly at this, aware of the situation; Prince Harvey's army did not possess formidable high-level cultivators, and many of the Seven-Star people had also been killed. Without any Eight-Stars, they were truly insignificant in front of him.
"Commander, actually, whether they have a powerful army participating or not, it does not affect us; we surpass them in high-end combat strength."
Owen Cantrell firmly nodded and said, "Well said, no matter how many troops they bring, we will subdue them by force."
"Report."
A scout arrived.
