And there are eight million troops guarding this place! This is a big army, not just some trash fish.

They really don't need to arrange it.

"It's best to arrange it, my subordinate's suggestion!"

The soldier said.

The result was a puff, and he turned into a ball of smoke.

Apparently, he died, killed by his own people.

"You think we won't kill him because he is a soldier of the ancient prince?"

The Eight Great Gods sneered.

After all, as a trustworthy soldier, how dare he make such suggestions to the general?

"There is no need to arrange it, the army will be dispatched directly later!"

"Eight million troops go directly in to share the pressure of the artifact!"

"What to do with the miscellaneous fish over there in the fairy world?"

"If they dare to come in, they will be killed!"

The Eight Masters are very confident.

The artifact has pressure. To get the artifact, you need to share the pressure of the artifact. Otherwise, even a person with the title of Heaven will not be able to withstand the pressure! It will be much easier to share it among eight million troops.
Chapter completed!