"Why haven't we run into any larger teams? It's been ten years. Some geniuses should have gathered sizable groups by now, right?" Zhao Guodong grumbled, bored out of his mind.
"Don't bite the hand that feeds you. You're an infinite beastmaster—over these ten years, you've gained the most. How many Primordial-grade Dao beasts have you tamed already?" Ling Ling rolled her eyes at him.
Then she looked at Li Tianming and An Ning, secretly thinking, Come to think of it, with Brother Tianming's strength, if we ran into a larger team, he could definitely obtain a huge number of Imperial Tokens in one go, instead of just a few each time.
She could tell that Li Tianming had been training them for a small-scale war. They had even fought mixed battles against over a thousand Dao beasts before, achieving a record of zero casualties. All they lacked was a real opportunity to unleash themselves!
Over these ten years, Ling Ling had learned quite a lot, yet had nowhere to put it into practice.
She knew the others were the same.
"Everyone's getting anxious. When are we going to fight? You've already picked several targets, haven't you? Every one of them commands several hundred, even over a thousand people," An Ning asked.
Li Tianming looked ahead and murmured, "That is why the Emperor's Followers aren't about having numbers, but excellence. Over these ten years, I haven't rushed to increase our numbers. Instead, I've made them more and more elite—not only in battle, but in unity of thought."
"Having another epiphany?" An Ning could not help but laugh.
"Not bad." Li Tianming smiled. "But you're all right. It's time to test the results."
"You've chosen one?" The war fiend An Ning's eyes lit up. Fighting Dao beasts every day had been the