Boom! Boom! Boom!
Though several years had been worn away, Li Tianming saw and heard it: the instant the White Tiger Military Talisman awakened, the White Tiger Primordial Chaos troops of the ten great general camps immediately charged in to suppress it!
Just as before, they used no weapons—only pure strength and coordinated suppression, like mortals taming a horse.
Taming a horse was to earn its recognition, not to kill it.
The Myriad Phenomena Formation worked by the same principle, and so did Li Tianming, the helmsman.
He was not of the Primordial Chaos Clan, yet he possessed a ghosts-and-gods body. By rights, having him serve as helmsman was somewhat unsuitable, since his principles differed from those of the Primordial Chaos Clan and their merits could not be compared... but no one cared, so naturally Li Tianming cared even less.
At this time, he temporarily stopped paying attention to the movements of the other general camps. Everywhere, the spectacle was immense and the cries shook the heavens. Watching others too closely would only distract him from his own task.
In his eyes, there was only the White Tiger Military Talisman of War Zone Seven!
"As the helmsman, the most important thing isn't to clash head-on with the White Tiger Military Talisman. It's to use the Myriad Phenomena Formation to draw its attention, then find the chance to strike."
That was what Gu Cizhou had told Li Tianming, and it was likely the understanding shared by all of the Primordial Chaos Clan.
Li Tianming believed most of that experience, but not all of it. After all, he had his own understanding of these objects formed from the wills of ancestors.
"When I faced the Little Tiger Military Talisman before, I sensed the ancestral wills within it. Did they desire a pure