“In about an hour, the two armies will clash head-on.”

“Understood, you’re dismissed.”

Jairo waved a hand. Then, he contacted Yuvaan who had remained on Mount Bane.

“Patriarch, Sol was prepared for this. They have a huge army of cultivators at the Herculean rank numbering in the hundreds of thousands. With my current strength, I’m no match for them. Could you some other powerful cultivators to reinforce us?”

Hearing this, Yuvaan’s expression turned grim. A huge army of cultivators at the Herculean rank numbering in the hundreds of thousands? When did Sol amass such a large army?

He asked, “Is the intelligence accurate?”

“Yes.”

“I understand.”

Yuvaan hung up the phone. Then, he left the main hall and headed to the courtyard. A strange voice came from one of the rooms there.

He arrived at the room’s door and furrowed his eyebrows before knocking on it.

“Who’s there?” came a rebuke.

“It’s me,” Yuvaan said.

“Wait there,” the voice said.

A few minutes later, the do