"Ha, what a joke, trying to single-handedly take on the two thousand troops of the Shaking Mountain Camp. Truly overestimating himself."
A war general on the First Line Pass sneered.
"Who does he think he is?"
"The Candle Dragon Demon Emperor?"
The war generals nearby also nodded in agreement, acknowledging that although today's Shaking Mountain Camp wasn't as formidable as the one two hundred years ago, it was still from the same lineage, just lacking some wartime experience.
Though not as powerful as before, it wasn't something any random demon clan could just break through.
After all, tens of thousands of demons had fallen under the blades of the Shaking Mountain Camp. That was undeniable.
But a strong being of the Candle Dragon Demon Emperor's level would never appear, given that, as an Emperor, he wouldn't act lightly.
