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In particular, the Empty Pavilion and Chadi both expressed their intention to send their troops to Ice Ling City. If necessary, they would lead their troops to assist in the battle.

Ling Feng rejected their good intentions and thought to himself: "These two sure know how to talk. If necessary, hehe, what is necessary?

When we defeat the Snow Mountain Sect, of course you guys need to help us. We will beat up those who don't know how to, and we can't wait to sell ourselves to you as we lay the foundation for us to reap even greater benefits in the future.

If we lose, it will become unnecessary. Even though I, Old Ling, don't like to participate in politics, it doesn't mean that I don't understand. Do you really take me for a little kid? "

After another half a month, Ling Feng sent off all the distinguished visitors one by one.

The guests also knew that it was inconvenient for them to stay here. Even though they were forcefully sent away by Ling Feng in an unfeeling manner, they also knew that this was not the place they should stay at right now.

The great war was about to break out. It was also to prepare for battle, and even more so to protect the safety of the people on all sides.

The Ares Army under Ling Feng's command was in a state of close mobilization and organization.

Each site was observed by the scouts, and each position had a different plan in mind.

The senior commanders were constantly analyzing the arrangement of troops.

Weapons, logistics and supplies had all been counted.

The large and small combat conferences were held again and again. Not only the high-ranking officials, even the average soldier was fully prepared for their spiritual leader, War God Ling Feng's five years of life and death.

In the final three months, the battle was about to begin. Four of Ling Feng's senior brothers had come from the Central Plains City to assist, and they had also brought word from the emperor Kevila and the crown prince, Kehan. The words were simple and clear, "If the War God loses, the Central Plains cannot be protected! The people of the He Nation wish the War God a decisive battle! "

In the last two months, all parts of the War God Legion had already entered the preset position.

With the exception of Hengze's Third Regiment, which was left behind to defend the city, the rest of the troops advanced to the front lines.

Not only did they defend the city, but the Second Army had to protect the City Lord's family and family. Heng Ze had told them this before, he did not want any dangerous incidents like the Piao Xiang Pavilion to occur.

In a battle involving over a hundred thousand people, if one didn't make preparations beforehand, it would take a lot of time just to walk out of the city. Therefore, it was absolutely necessary to make preparations first.

Dressed in invincible armor, Ling Feng sat majestically at the back of the gigantic dragon, at the forefront of the battle formation, continuously listening to the reports from commanders of all levels.

"Lord Duke, our four Great Evildoers' Flying God Cannon is in the best firing position, please give us your instructions!"

"Reporting to the commander in chief, the commander of the second army in the 1st Legion, Yu Zhikai's air force, is ready.

Especially the escape vehicles. After many rounds of inspections, the body of the car is fine and can be used for long term flight. "

"Lord Duke, the 2nd Regiment is already set up at the frontlines …"

Ling Feng listened to the reports of his subordinates, and kept nodding his head. He did not feel any pressure like before the big battle.

The four Senior Brothers and the Elders were stationed at their own positions, preventing the enemy from attacking with their superior combat strength.

In the final three days, the final battle was about to begin. There were a few mysterious guests in Ling Feng's camp, and these people were wearing hats with blue cloth covering their faces. No one knew who they were, not even the four senior brothers.

However, everyone could feel that no matter where these people went, they would all bring an incomparably powerful aura with them, making it difficult for anyone to get close to them.

Ling Feng flew into the air above the Snow Mountain Sect and roared loudly: "Old Tian Wei, three days later, in the middle of the snowy plains, we will fight to the death!"

Tian Wei rode on a giant eagle and flew to a location about one kilometer away from Ling Feng, "We, Snow Mountain Sect have already made our preparations. "Hmph, that's what I want! I won't rest until I die!"

The two of them didn't even look at each other. They both turned around and returned to their own spots.

It was night. Ling Feng flew to the floating island.

"Teacher, I'm here. It's my destiny."

"Feng'er, go. It's your fault, it's not yours. You won't get it. Teacher, back then, I also became an overlord of a region from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. "

Ling Feng suddenly had a feeling that he was getting closer to his homeland, and did not dare to ask anyone. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he had a feeling that he was beyond beautiful.

Strange, before when I looked at these clouds I didn't have too many thoughts, why? Why was his state of mind so strange now?

The morning sun rose, and it was unknown how many times he would see the first rays of the sun rise.

Ling Feng's head was covered with a headscarf, and large amounts of sweat dripped down. No matter how good his mental state was, he could not calm down. The closer he got, the more clear the feeling became.

Lunatic Man used his one hand to caress Ling Feng's forehead, "Child, the world will eventually belong to you. I have never doubted you!"

"… …"

Three days later, the moon began to set. The sun rose, the fog dissipated, and the snow shone brightly.

The powerful War God Army had a slight disturbance. It was the feeling of impulse when facing a great battle. Whether it was the warriors or the magical beasts, all of their eyes were emitting a bloodthirsty and greedy light.

Will they, who have not yet lost, once again receive victory in the summer?

In the distance, a large number of black dots were moving forward like a dark cloud.

Ling Feng and the other mysterious men stood in the formation, carefully observing each other's movements.

Although the Army of War God had a strong army with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the Snow Mountain Sect's strength was not to be underestimated.

A large group of black pythons was running on the ground, that was the race of the top magical beasts. Looking at the number, there were over ten thousand of them, feeling the auras coming from afar, the rank of these pythons would not be too low.

The ten thousand pythons followed a phalanx of human experts formed by more than forty thousand different forces.

Most of the human experts were armed or dressed in magic robes.

Lingfeng was certain that these tens of thousands of people were mages.

Heavens, this was too shocking.

The army of tens of thousands of magi was enough to compete against any single country on the continent.

Nearly ten thousand flying cranes were hovering in the air above the ground. Another upper level race … the White Demon Crane clan.

Although the Snow Mountain Sect was not weak, hehe, it was still far from having the power to be this powerful. The Dark Black Sect had indeed put in a lot of effort in order to open up a gap in the War God Legion's strength and launch a direct attack on the Central Plains Empire.

The ten thousand Titan Apes stood at the very back of the formation. They were big and stronger than the humans.

The two groups of people had already created a powerful whirlpool five kilometers away.

Although the Snow Mountain Sect did not have as many people as the War God Legion, their strength was not bad and their magic aura was dense.

The horde of beasts roared, each of them releasing a strong battle intent.

In this battle of auras, no one had the upper hand.

The Snow Mountain Sect's demon beast army had a high rank and a strong aura.

And the wargod army is stronger in numbers, so the level of familiarity is high.

Under the frantic roars of the magical beasts on both sides, the sky was about to be torn apart, creating many fissures. It could only be described as spectacular.

Ling Feng alone led the way as he flew into the battlefield. Although there were millions of people here, his imposing manner caused both the members to feel an inexplicable sense of throbbing.