But two-fifths of them had yet to join this ranks!
These were all people who still held hope for the Tai Yu imperial clan.
These two groups were not enemies. They were bound by countless threads—some might be brothers, some father and son, while even more were friends who had faced life and death together.
Thus, Li Tianming was truly plagued with worry over this side as well, nearly driven to the point of being scorched and frazzled.
After all, he had essentially rescued the Yuan Hao Army from the eight confrontation points, but this remaining portion of the Four Symbols Primordial Chaos Army was right beside the Primordial Chaos Ruins. They would not be so easy to save.
For now, Li Tianming could only hope that the deterrence of more than thirty lives, including the Five Imperial Heavens and the Southern Prince, would have some effect on Tai Yu's side.
"If I order everyone to listen to Li Tianming, will they leave?"
After thinking it over and over, Elder Chan could only say this.
"They definitely will!"
Two people entered from outside the tent: Fengting Haolong and Fengting Shengwu. It was Fengting Shengwu who had spoken. Somewhat excited, he said, "Elder Chan, your prestige is the greatest, and you are also Li Tianming's grandmaster. Everyone will listen to you!"
"Is that so..." Seeing that even they had come to the garrison, Elder Chan was filled with countless emotions.
Biting his lip, he asked, "Have you managed to contact your father?"
Fengting Haolong and Fengting Shengwu both shook their heads, helplessness clear in their eyes.
"He's useless! At the last Blood Sacrifice Gathering, when Chan'er was at the brink of life and death, he still didn't act. Why would he act this time?" Fengting Shengwu could not restrain his temper.