"White Tiger Military Talisman?"
Li Tianming also felt a strange, peculiar sensation of being watched.
This sensation of scrutiny was not because something had singled him out for being special. Rather, everyone around him, together with him, had been locked onto by something.
At that moment, the Tiger Vanguard soldiers of the Fierce Tiger General Camp had swiftly taken their positions. Under the leadership of the various Tiger Vanguards, they stood in neat ranks, their efficiency and discipline clearly exceptional.
This showed that the state machinery of the Primordial Chaos Mansion and the Tai Yu Chaos Imperial Dynasty was still quite formidable. Unlike the sect-like rule of the Divine Tomb Sect, which emphasized individuality and private cultivation, where battle meant either individual heroism or a swarming free-for-all, with little demand for coordinated combat.
This was the fundamental difference brought about by differing power structures.
From a single assembly alone, Li Tianming could see the collective operational capability of the Four Symbols Primordial Chaos Army!
The tiger soldiers around him all wore military armor, their tigerish majesty awe-inspiring, their spirits soaring, their battle intent surging!
What they all stared at was also staring at them at this very moment!
Following that soul-shaking sensation, Li Tianming looked over. Deep within the clouds and mist, two figures first emerged. One was tall and burly, like a fierce tiger standing on its hind legs; the other was a slender, handsome young man in purple robes.
They were none other than the Little Tiger General, Gu Xiongzhou, and his strategist, "Mo Yu Zixuan."
Silver Dust had only just heard that name. Mo Yu Zixuan seemed to be quite a prominent figure in the Fierce Tiger General Camp. He was not very old, having only just passed ten thousand years of age, yet he could already