1725 1725. Fire

No one remained in the castle. A massive group made of cultivators, hybrids, and magical beasts moved toward the center of the new domain of the Legion.

Similar scenes unfolded in all the other outposts inside the domain. Even the existences in the seventh rank left their positions to attend the massive gathering.

An event like that had never happened after the Legion had started to expand. Some of the weaker troops had never seen their leaders. The organization had even recruited the experts who had ascended from the new landing zones under its control. Its current size had reached incredible proportions.

Multiple groups eventually appeared in the distance as Noah's army continued to march forward. The various teams decided to fuse during the rest of the journey, and Noah had the chance to meet some of his oldest friends.

"I also have a thing or two to say to Heaven and Earth," Flying Demon snorted when he heard Noah's story.