Half a month later.
The troops of the seven kingdoms and two sects finally arrived at the Southern Summer.
The kings of the seven kingdoms were all stationed in the Southern Summer King's Palace. They set up the alliance headquarters in the palace, protected by the two Sect Masters and the experts of the eight kingdoms.
The troops of the seven kingdoms were all gathered at the frontline stronghold, under the full command of Lin Yun.
The troops of the seven kingdoms ranged from 400,000 to more than a million. Adding on the 200,000 troops from the Southern Summer, the eight-nation alliance had a total of more than four million troops.
Lin Yun gathered the four million troops and reorganized them into five legions. Each legion had 800,000 troops, and they were given to five Deputy Commanders to command.
These five Deputy Commanders were the Great Qin Marshal, the Great Zhou Marshal, the Eastern Sea Marshal, the Nanchang Marshal, and the Country Guarding Lord.
Although Lin Yun looked like a youth, as the commander-in-chief of the alliance, no one dared to complain.
This was because every soldier present had heard of the legendary story of Lin Yun defeating the Great Qin Marshal by himself.
When it came to the Ice Palace Master and the Puppet Sect Master, these soldiers had no idea.
However, whenever they talked about Great Qin's Great Generals, they could not help but shiver. After all, Great Qin's Great Generals were their nightmares.
As long as they heard the name of the Great Qin Marshal, no matter how many troops they had, their superiors would order them to immediately retreat. From this, one could see how terrifying the Great Qin Marshal was.
However, this youth in front of them, who looked like he was only in his teens, could even defeat such a terrifying person. Who would dare to complain about him?
…
The news of the eight-nation alliance gathering reached the Northern Yan Royal City on the same day, causing panic in the entire city.
Within the palace, the civil and military officials gathered together and started to discuss countermeasures.
Many officials who were afraid of death all wanted to retreat, trying to persuade the Northern Yan King to temporarily withdraw.
This was because facing the alliance of the eight kingdoms, the Northern Yan King had no chance of winning, and resistance would only result in pointless sacrifices.
If it was the Northern Yan King in the past, he would definitely listen to these officials and withdraw temporarily.
However, the King of Northern Yan was no longer the King of Northern Yan in the past. He was someone sent by the Assassination Guild. Naturally, he would not agree to withdraw.
No matter what the officials suggested, the mysterious King of Northern Yan, who was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask, remained unmoved on his throne. He did not show any signs of panic.
Just as the officials in the imperial court were discussing intensely, four figures, three men and one woman, suddenly appeared outside the main hall. They were walking steadily into the main hall.
The four of them were of different heights and had different appearances. However, they were all wearing the same black clothes and cloaks. The Meteor Dart totem was also branded on their foreheads, but the number under each totem was different.
Their numbers were 10, 9, 8, and 6.
The moment the four of them appeared, the entire hall fell silent.
All the officials were silent as they stared at the four people who had just entered the hall.
The guards at the entrance of the hall were all stunned, not daring to step forward to stop the four of them. This was because the symbols on their foreheads had already revealed their identities.
"You are finally here." The King of Northern Yan immediately stood up from his throne.
The four of them walked to the center of the palace hall, and the leader, 6, said coldly, "Not only us, the branch leader also transferred 500,000 elite troops from the other affiliated kingdoms."
The officials in the imperial court were overjoyed when they heard this, as if they had seen hope.
…
Five hundred miles east of the border between Southern Summer and Northern Yan, there was a steep and precipitous mountain peak.
Halfway up the mountain peak, there was a hidden cave.
The cave went down a few hundred meters, all the way to the bottom of the mountain peak. It was a huge devil's den.
The entire devil's den had a honeycomb structure, and the lava walls were full of holes. With the dim light from the torches, one could clearly see the piles of bones on the ground.
In the darkest part of the devil's den, a large number of skulls were piled together, forming a white bone throne.
An old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles was sitting on the white bone throne.
This old man's eyebrows were as white as snow, and his eyes were sharp. His nose was crooked like an eagle's beak, and his forehead was branded with the totem of the sun and moon. His entire body emitted a bloodthirsty and violent aura, and his cultivation had already exceeded the limits of King Wu. He was clearly a Wu Zong expert!
At this moment, the old man was holding the handle of the throne with one hand and grabbing a woman's head with the other, continuously sucking the life force from her body.
"Ah —!"
A shrill scream was heard, and the woman's eyes rolled back as she fell to the ground. Her body was already wrinkled, and it was as if she had aged 50 years in an instant.
The wrinkles on the old man's face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his face, which was at least 100 years old, instantly became more than 40 years younger.
At this moment, a young man's voice came from afar.
"Reporting to the King."
A young man in his thirties appeared in front of the old man. He half-knelt and cupped his fists, saying, "The Eight-Nation Coalition Army has gathered at the Southern Summer Fortress, and they should be attacking Northern Yan soon."
Hearing the young man's words, the old man revealed a sinister smile. "The war between the Eight-Nation Coalition Army and the Assassination Society is a good opportunity for the revival of the Ming Cult. Let them fight until both sides are injured, and then we will reap the benefits! "
"The King is wise!" the young man replied respectfully.
After the old man laughed sinisterly, he asked, "Who is the commander of the Eight-Nation Coalition Army this time?"
"Reporting to the King, it is the young man who killed the leader and the elder," the young man replied truthfully.
The old man's face darkened, and the skull in his hand was instantly crushed into powder.
The young man was terrified and quickly buried his head.
At that moment, a deep voice rang out from the darkness. "That brat has ruined the Ming Cult's plans time and time again. He's standing in the way of the Ming Cult's revival. We must eliminate him to prevent future troubles. This time, let me eliminate him!"
A middle-aged man responded and walked out from the darkness. His forehead was also branded with the totem of the sun and moon, and it was obvious that he was an elder. Although his breath was not as strong as the old man's, he had at least the cultivation of the Level Eight King Wu.
The old man shook his head and said thoughtfully, "Now that the Eight-Nation Coalition Army has been established, and the strong people of the eight countries have gathered. The experts around him are as many as the hairs on an ox. There are several high-level Martial Kings. It won't be easy to get rid of him. "
"Also, he has too many secrets. If we can get those secrets, we can even bring the Ming Cult back to the golden age of a hundred years ago!"
"So we can't kill him directly. We must find a way to keep him alive to have a chance to get the secrets on him."
"Then what should we do?" the middle-aged man asked blankly. Even getting rid of him was difficult, let alone capturing him alive.
The old man's face revealed a treacherous expression. "According to the information we have, the Assassination Society has sent at least four killers to Northern Yan. And the cultivation of these four killers is at least high-level King Wu. "
"If there are no accidents, there will be a fierce battle between them and that kid. As long as we seize the opportunity and strike when both sides are injured, we can easily achieve our goal. "
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