The sun is high in the sky, all the strong have rested enough, and the battlefield is still in a frantic battle.
The strong among the Ogres are like ants on a hot pan. They once again heard Li Yao's words through the Scouts, with the intention to expend twenty million troops.
What can you do? They've gone all out, just want to fight you, as long as they can hold you up.
Li Yao is willing, are they willing? The answer is obvious.
Even though they know Li Yao's words are a bit exaggerated, even depleting a million of their troops would take them years to recover.
Moreover, experiencing the dawn battle made their strong ones not gain the upper hand, instead they lost two to the opposing side.
If this continues, they'll be finished, but now they must wait it out.
"Great Magician, how much longer until the god can recover?" The Great Commander asked anxiously.
"Soon." The Great Magician sighed and said.
