Two or three years, to a cultivator, was almost the blink of an eye.
Outside the Grand Formation of the Taisu Realm, the millions of soldiers from Liu Ling Dao Ting had arrived. Compared to the millions of Liu Ling Dao Ting's army, Feng Si Hen's few hundred thousand men behind him from WuJieGong seemed somewhat disorganized.
The vast expanse of void outside the Taisu Realm, at this point, was already occupied by the millions of Dao Ting's army and the cultivators aiding WuJieGong, with not a single person from Taisu Realm to be seen on the field.
Jie Si, his face adorned with curled whiskers, came before Ao Beijiang and, clasping his hands in a salute, said, "Senior Ao, this time I've brought as many as sixty percent of Liu Ling Dao Ting's army. Therefore, I would also like you to agree to one of my requests."
Ao Beijiang waved his hand decisively and said, "The request you mentioned before, I've already agreed to it."
