"You should set a limit for your stupidity." Standing on the chariot and looking at those people from tens of homeless clans, Ji Hao helplessly shook his head.
These homeless people lived an unsettled life, with nothing to eat or wear, neither did they have a mature cultivation system. If a homeless clan had three to five senior-level warriors, it would be considered as a strong clan.
Ji Hao searched among these homeless people for a long while by using his spirit power. He found thirteen Magus Kings and about three-hundred Senior Magi. And yet, these weak people were actually daring enough to gather together and attempt to kill Si Wen Ming, the chief commander of the flood-control army!
In the army under Si Wen Ming’s command were thousands of Divine Magi, along with countless Magus Kings and Senior Magi. Relatively weaker Senior Magi could only serve as logistics. As the weakest part in this army, even the group of cooks could easily wipe out these homeless people.