The Xuanti Emperor swept his pair of silver giant eyes across the Imperial Extreme Lineage and said blandly, "If the Xiao Clan Emperor comes, the Xiao Clan will be left leaderless, so he specifically applied to remain with the clan!"
"Looks like he stayed for nothing. The Xiao Clan isn't the Divine Tomb Cult's target," An Lutian said.
Tu Heng shrugged. "Not necessarily! The Divine Tomb Cult is made up entirely of elite warriors, making them highly mobile and flexible. The Xingxuan Lineage's cosmic warships are even more like a fishbone stuck in our throat. We're the passive side; they can change their target at any time. The Xiao Clan not being attacked now doesn't mean it won't be attacked next."
An Lutian pursed his lips, his cold eyes likewise sweeping the scene ahead. He said no more.
In a setting like this, he was even less able to openly state that the Divine Tomb Cult's target today was the An Clan. As for the matter of the Xiao Clan Emperor, that was even more out of the question. Who knew whether the Divine Tomb Cult still had informants here?
In such extreme circumstances, the so-called offensive-defensive alliance ultimately depended most on oneself. This was especially true of these imperial ghost gods—they feared Li Tianming, and they feared the An Clan!
"The other side is issuing their declaration of war. They're about to make their move!"
"Full army alert!"
One Ancestor Marshal after another, along with Holy Blood Clan powerhouses, led their clansmen and warriors, their blood boiling as they entered the battlefield. Meanwhile, the Xuanti Emperor and some of the powerhouses remained where they were!
Very soon!
Fifty million Chaos Behemoths erupted in earth-shaking roars. Their terrifying howls made the entire dark vortex of the Military God Vortex tremble.