When the battle notification arrived, Jeming was standing at the edge of the flagship, watching the attrition warfare on the front lines.
Those cannon fodder units, at least Sixth Level, were like an unbreakable dike, firmly keeping the billions of troops from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Realms at bay.
He was fascinated, his fingers unconsciously mimicking the tactical coordination of those cannon fodder units.
Then Felix's voice echoed throughout the void: "Attention all units. Enemy forces are about to enter range, prepare... free fire."
Jeming's eyes lit up instantly.
He hadn't participated in the release of cannon fodder earlier.
After all, the cannon fodder units released by those High Tier Wizards were at least of Sixth Level, with the majority being at the Seventh Level, and even in a controlled manner, there were many Eighth Level creatures.
He really had nothing to flaunt in battles of that level.
...but this time was different.
