Blood State, Liangshan.
After the last great battle, most of the buildings in Liangshan have been razed to the ground, but this is not just any ordinary world; it is a high martial fantasy world.
Powerful martial artists can move mountains and fill seas with ease.
Moreover, Liangshan itself has many troops; under organized efforts, a month is more than enough to rebuild.
Though not as luxurious as before, many places now offer shelter from the wind and rain.
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
A series of roars echoed like thunder on a flat ground.
Tens of thousands of elite black-armored soldiers are training.
On a high place, Xiang Qianqiu and Lu Guangsheng looked down at the elite troops below, with some gratification in their eyes.
Although these cannot compare to the top elite army of former Chu, in today's world, they can definitely be called elite.
Compared to the renowned Beiliang Army, perhaps they have only seen less bloodshed.
