The battle had not truly begun over at Ye Tiandi Manor, so at this moment, the heartstrings of the entire Emperor Ruins were tightly wound around An Tian Emperor Manor, around the one and a half million An Lineage warriors!
When the Right Tomb King spoke the name of An Luan, his son-in-law, the shadow of utter despair shrouded the heads of every An Lineage blood relative. At that moment, all their faith seemed to have been torn to pieces.
"An Luan!"
Seeing the entire battlefield fall deathly silent, the Right Tomb King curled his lips. His expression was cold as he laughed wildly, raising his voice several times over as he said again, "Future emperor of the An Lineage, why haven't you shut down the An Tian Emperor Dragon? The future glory and wealth of the An Lineage are all in your hands!"
This louder wave of sound naturally allowed even more An Lineage members to hear this trembling news. Facing more than four times their number of Illusory God cultivators, if even their final protective barrier was opened by one of their own, what could the An-surnamed people on this battlefield use to resist the seven-million-strong Illusory God army?
That cosmic giant sword still hung above everyone's heads, its world-destroying divine might tearing through countless nebulae. What terrifying intimidation!
A deathly silence!
A deathly despair!
Those An Lineage warriors whose battle intent had originally surged like a raging tide had now lost their voices. Their faces turned utterly pale as they looked back toward the young lineage emperor, An Luan, in the rear.
At this moment, An Luan bore the gazes of several million people. Those gazes held mockery, ridicule, despair, struggle—every kind of emotion, yet scarcely any hope.
That was right!
He was the Right Tomb King's