Generally speaking, most of these Hunyuan Prefecture officers and soldiers did not think highly of Sifang Zhengdao and Lanzhe Cangyue. Their eyes carried no small amount of mockery and schadenfreude.
As more people arrived, over a million gathered in a short time. Such talk grew ever more clamorous, and even some people surnamed Sifang and Lanzhe looked grim upon seeing the atmosphere.
They, too, felt that Kuntian Zhen was in such a hurry because he wanted to help Li Tianming "press home his victory," thereby winning Li Tianming's favor and forging a good bond.
"It's over! This is completely over!"
The Tianyuan Camp was nearby. Yueli Youlan huddled together with several of her young lady friends, and at the sight of this formation, they completely panicked.
Once those two Prefecture Gods fell, even if other elders remained, the power of Hunyuan Prefecture would no longer be in their hands. The days ahead for geniuses like them would not be easy either.
This panic spread through their camp as well. After all, they were too far away to see Sifang Zhengdao and the others' true expressions.
In truth, Sifang Zhengdao and the others could hear these discussions, and they could see the emotions of the masses even more clearly.
"Son, do you know why we can become High Persons, while they are driven by us and controlled by us generation after generation?" Sifang Zhengdao asked deeply.
"Father, your son does not know. Please enlighten me." Sifang Beichen's fighting spirit gradually rose.
"A person's horizons are determined by his bloodline and status. The reason these people are at the bottom is that their bloodline and birth have created the limitations of their thinking. They cannot see the true power struggles at the highest levels. They cannot understand who truly holds victory in