One battle serves as two, with no stakes, only for the sake of pride.
Soon, led by the vice president of the Holy Sanctuary, formations were arranged in the nearby sea, with over a thousand Sea Tyrant Dragons, each ridden by subordinates with unified talismans, resembling an organized army, forming a great array.
This is definitely not something that can be trained in the short term.
"This is one of our means to counter the cultivation sects, our foundation and trump card," the vice president felt a mix of emotions.
Punishment was inevitable; the position of vice president would surely be lost.
Yet in this battle, he decided, after consideration, to go all out.
Darkly, he thought to himself that it would be better if they lost, preferably a crushing defeat.
Only then would the punishment remain unchanged, but the higher-ups would recognize the enemy's strength, and he would not be considered incompetent, leaving room for a comeback.
