"I'm sure you must be curious to see what reward the Moon Palace would bestow if the Li State Primordial Spirit truly won on the Ancient River Battlefield, aren't you?"
General Yu Lin's pupils shrank. Indeed. As a general who had been fighting for the Dynasty for many years, he naturally knew that while the plan was perilous, it was also filled with infinite possibilities!
On the frontal battlefield, even if the Barbarian Primordial Spirits used their bodies to form a barricade, stacking them for ten days or half a month could create defenses as thick as city walls. If the Barbarians were determined, breaking through the Ancient River Pass would simply be a matter of time. Winning was almost hopeless. But this plan, indeed, offered a glimmer of hope.
"We can try it," General Yu Lin nodded. "It's hard to say for all the cultivators on our Haotian Dynasty's side, but recruiting a few hundred shouldn't be a problem."
