“Right now, we have eleven arrow towers left. Those are our strongest trump cards. The battle damaged seven arrow towers and four hundred thirty-seven warriors died. If we hadn’t arrived in time, the eighth legion would have taken even worse losses.” Shen Chengfeng.

The arrow towers could be fixed. It just required some points. But when people died, they wouldn’t come back.

The divine families would send new blood to maintain the original ten thousand spots. But those newcomers weren’t true warriors. They needed to be slowly tempered to reach the same tempo as the others.

The biggest headache for Shen Chengfeng was that some of the strong newcomers would rather wait until they had a chance to join the other legions instead of the eighth legion. They all felt that there was no room for advancement within the eighth legion.

Those talented people were waiting for deaths amongst...