When Old Master Chan heard that and saw how grave Li Tianming looked, a chill ran through him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. "Enemy attack!" he roared. "Everyone, halt the withdrawal! Form Myriad Manifestation Formations by battalion!"
Old Master Chan stood at the highest point, where the garrison's sound amplification carried his voice clearly to every soldier of the Four Manifestations Mixed Origin Army. Three-fifths of them were already connected to Li Tianming through All-Living Lines. At Old Master Chan's warning, they led the others in forming Myriad Manifestation Formations.
"An enemy attack? Who?"
"Who else could it be?"
Perhaps they had still held out hope for the Tai Yu imperial family. But now, hearing how quickly the attack had come, that hope was slipping away. In its place, their sense of injustice fed a growing urge to rebel. At the very least, they believed that, as soldiers of the Four Manifestations Mixed Origin Army, they deserved a chance to defend themselves. How could the imperial power they had served so loyally sentence them to death without letting them say a word?
One Myriad Manifestation Formation after another took shape throughout the garrison.
Only then did Old Master Chan breathe a little easier. He had feared the Four Manifestations Mixed Origin Army would be wiped out before they could prepare. Now, at least, they could fight back.
Apart from the Mixed Origin Army Headquarters, there's no assembled army near the Mixed Origin Capital. Bringing one in from elsewhere would cause a huge stir. So it's probably a group of powerful fighters! The thought flashed through Old Master Chan's mind.
Li Tianming's transmission stone was still connected. A moment later, he said, "The Second Prince is leading them. There are several other princes and princesses, hundreds of imperial deathsworn, and... the Seventeenth