Zhao Hai stood on the spirit array Island with a calm expression. The 500000 strong Army was already fully prepared. All the cavalrymen were standing beside their mounts, and the other disciples were also standing in an orderly manner. Zhao Hai was accompanied by 12 metal servants. As for Cheng Wanchun, he had been sent away to lead the Army, but the bronze statue did not follow Zhao Hai and the others. The bronze statue had to stay behind to help Laura and the others.
Zhao Hai floated in mid-air, looking at the 500000 soldiers. As his gaze swept across them, everyone subconsciously stood up straight and looked at Zhao Hai. They all knew Zhao Hai, and they also knew how he had managed to develop the blood slaughter sect from a sect that was on the verge of being destroyed to what it was today. Everyone had a kind of admiration for him.
