Early the next morning, Xiao Tianyang convened a war council in the Floating City.
No one had been left off his invitation list.
Even if one was weak, they would still have a place at the meeting.
Xiao Tianyang's arrangements also won the favor of many planes.
At the very least, when choosing between a commander who respected others and one who looked down on everyone, they would naturally choose the former.
After all, the enemy's objective was very clear, leaving little possibility of internal conflict.
The chances of mutual scheming were also low.
There was no benefit in it, and it would offend others. Who would do such a thing?
Their bottom line was simply that Xiao Tianyang would not use them as cannon fodder.
As long as Xiao Tianyang could meet their demands, there would be no major issue.
Setting those matters aside, they did not actually care much about Xiao Tianyang's character.
If there was a problem, it would be exposed sooner or later.
If there was no problem, they could put aside their concerns and cooperate with him.
If Xiao Tianyang could keep up the act from beginning to end, that would be his ability.
As long as their needs met expectations, they would not concern themselves with too many other matters.
Besides, even if they wanted to interfere, they had no way to do so.
The stronger party held the advantage, and they could only be led.
The Floating City was steeped in a grim, murderous atmosphere.
Ordinarily, it was not a suitable place to receive guests.
Of course, nine out of ten of those attending this time would not care about such trivialities.
After all, the Abyss Battlefield was a place of slaughter, not some training ground for novices.
Those who dared enter the