Chen Shouyi's face was solemn.
Five hundred barbarian soldiers, sixty or seventy battle beast units, and these are just what can be detected on the surface; the actual number is certainly much higher.
This mission is aimed at mobility, and the soldiers only brought a platoon. Except for a few artillery pieces considered heavy weapons, there's nothing with significant power. Can these martial artists along with a group of soldiers really manage?
Not to mention the possibility of the Barbarian God appearing...
"Are you really sure the Barbarian God won't appear?" Chen Shouyi asked aloud.
Everyone's face showed slight astonishment, and the atmosphere immediately became oppressive.
After a long while, Ye Zong finally said in a deep voice, "Unless He is willing to risk the danger of a temporary plummet in divine rank."
