Three days later, the Poison Bone Flying Dragon arrived, and after some tests, Fang Jie was very satisfied with its abilities. Perhaps it was not as combatantly powerful as the Skeleton Flying Dragon, but in a group battle, it was absolutely terrifying.
His forces were sufficient, so there was no need to use the Poison Bone Flying Dragons to duel with the enemy's experts.
While Fang Jie was accumulating strength, the Glory Territory was doing the same.
One day, Fang Jie suddenly received news that the Glory Territory was advancing toward his side again.
"Unexpected indeed. I haven't made a move yet, but you have. Well, that's better, as it spares me from having to find an excuse." Out of habit, Fang Jie generally preferred to have a pretext for going to war.
After all, having an excuse made him feel somewhat more at ease.
The Undead did not care for such things; they would charge forward at their master's command.