After Yuan Xiang asked his question, Lin Qian merely responded with a grin, staying silent.
Seeing Lin Qian's expression, Yuan Xiang felt his suspicions were likely correct. If Lin Qian could truly summon millions of soldiers at once, he would be nothing short of a monster. The Soul Martial Continent couldn't even create spatial soul artifacts large enough to contain millions of living beings, let alone use them in battle.
Everything that had happened so far had already shattered Yuan Xiang's understanding of the limits of the Soul Martial Continent.
"It seems this young man has some extraordinary fortune," Yuan Xiang thought as he observed Lin Qian, who had once again immersed himself in cultivation.
After a moment, Yuan Xiang shook his head, quietly exiting the chamber, not wanting to disturb Lin Qian's cultivation. Despite knowing that a massive enemy force was gathering and would soon arrive at their gates, Lin Qian remained calm and unhurried, continuing his training as if the six million-strong enemy army was nothing more than a gentle breeze.
What Yuan Xiang didn't know was that Lin Qian was trembling with excitement. It had been so long since he'd experienced a battle of this magnitude. The thought of deploying all twelve advanced military units, coordinating with the beast armies, and utilizing the full array of war tools thrilled him.
The opponents in the Starting Continent and the Coastal Continent had been too weak, barely giving the Empire's army any challenge, let alone losses. Though the battles against the Xunyin and Wuxing tribes had also ended in victory, they had at least forced Lin Qian to use his Emperor's Eyes to reduce casualties.
"Bring it on!" Lin Qian whispered, a smile forming on his face as he continued his cultivation. Inside his body, the Huaxia Empire had already assembled a force of twelve million soldiers, ready for the impending battle.
Lin Qian planned to use one million soldiers from each of the twelve advanced units. Any more would be an insult to his army's strength. After all, to Lin Qian, the Xunyin and Wuxing tribes were nothing compared to his Empire's might. Using more troops would only belittle his forces.
In addition to the Empire's army, the beast armies and war machines were enough to instill fear in the enemy.
Lin Qian eagerly awaited the moment when the enemy forces would arrive.
Meanwhile, Bai Ximing and Wu Zhan Shuang were urging their forces to move faster, closing in on City Two.
"I want to see if this Lin Qian will wet his pants when he sees the might of our two tribes," Bai Ximing sneered as he gazed toward City Two.
Wu Zhan Shuang lightly stroked his dagger, his voice cold as ice. "I bet he'll be so scared that he'll try to flee. Bai Xiong, make sure you catch him when he does—don't let him escape so easily."
Bai Ximing smirked, his expression icy. "Don't worry. If I let him get away, I'll take your surname."
"Haha, it's a deal then," Wu Zhan Shuang laughed, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
On the Battle Plains of the Third World, the massive armies of the Xunyin and Wuxing tribes advanced like a dark storm cloud, closing in on City Two. As they neared the city, the remaining Xunyin and Wuxing tribesmen from nearby cities joined the enormous force, swelling their ranks as they marched toward their destination.
However, what they didn't know was that as their cities emptied, holes began to open in the corners of their abandoned cities. From these holes emerged soldiers of the Swift Wind unit, who quickly infiltrated the cities just as they had done with City One and City Two.
But this time, instead of immediately taking over the cities' formations, the Swift Wind soldiers left the metal discs dormant. This was Lin Qian's plan—if the enemy realized their cities had fallen and rushed back to defend them, it would ruin everything.
Lin Qian wanted the entire enemy force to gather before sending them a "gift."
Standing atop the city walls, Lin Qian watched the approaching enemy army with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for the Xunyin and Wuxing tribes to arrive. There was no sign of panic in his eyes—only excitement as he gazed into the distance.
The shadows of the approaching army were already visible. At their level of cultivation, both Lin Qian and Yuan Xiang could clearly see the vast size of the enemy force. Yuan Xiang observed the horde of black figures, silently estimating their numbers and feeling a twinge of pity for the Xunyin and Wuxing tribes.
Yuan Xiang knew all too well how Lin Qian had captured City One and City Two. Now, with the entire enemy force mobilized and no one left behind to defend their cities, it would be child's play for Lin Qian to seize them.
Gradually, the Xunyin and Wuxing armies came to a halt in front of City Two. The massive horde surrounded the city, sealing off any escape routes.
Not only were the two tribes present, but just like in the previous battle, they had brought a vast number of soul beasts with them. The ground rumbled beneath the stronger, more numerous Qingfeng Giant Wolves, while the skies were filled with circling Black Iron Winged Eagles, ready to swoop down and attack at the command of their Wuxing handlers.
At the forefront of the Xunyin tribe stood a young Xunyin clansman, whose powerful aura caused Lin Qian to narrow his eyes slightly. It was the first time he had encountered someone of his own age with such formidable strength.
In front of the Wuxing tribe was a Wuxing clansman in a Greenstone body, whose power was equally impressive.
These two were far stronger than the human and sea tribe geniuses who had entered the ruins—likely second only to Lin Qian himself. Perhaps even his fiancée, Ye Xin, could give them a fight, considering her training under him and the Huaxia Empire's resources.
Given their youth and the fact that they were leading such a massive army, it was clear that these two held significant status within their tribes.
But it was precisely because of their youth that Lin Qian's earlier taunts had provoked them into recklessly leading six million of their people into battle.
Their haughty, overconfident demeanor told Lin Qian that they were expecting to see him trembling in fear.
"It's time to act," Lin Qian said with a satisfied grin, giving the order to the Swift Wind soldiers who had infiltrated the enemy cities.
He was eager to see the expressions on the enemies' faces when they realized that all 498 of their cities had fallen in an instant.