Ten Thousand Races Continent.
The Immortal Emperor and the others wore grave expressions. The Human Emperor had actually handed authority over to Su Yu, and Su Yu... was constantly breaking in these veteran human experts.
No one here was an idiot!
After this kind of coordination happened several times, Su Yu's commands would become a will engraved into everyone's hearts.
The first time, they would be unaccustomed to it. After enough repetitions, everyone would naturally follow Su Yu's instructions.
It was simple, yet practical!
The premise was that he had to be able to suppress these proud and fierce generals and make them listen to him. Su Yu's previous battle had clearly cowed them. Not even the several first-rank experts dared act recklessly.
The Immortal Emperor's injuries had yet to heal. The time had been too short—according to the time here... damn it, the battle had only ended yesterday!
Did Su Yu really intend to launch a second war?
So many Rule Masters had died. Were they still not satisfied?
The Immortal Emperor looked toward the God Emperor. The God Emperor's face was somewhat pale as well. The three of them had all been severely wounded by the Human Emperor before. Fortunately, the Immortal Emperor excelled at healing, so they had recovered somewhat by now, though they were far from fully healed.
The God Emperor's expression was solemn as he said in a low voice, "All of you, be careful!"
Someone gritted his teeth. "God Emperor, why don't we strike first? If they keep intimidating us like this, then once we let down our guard, they could break in at any moment!"
They were all experts. They understood this sort of tactic.
First, a feigned attack. The instant the opponent relaxed their vigilance, launch a fierce assault!
When experts fought,