However, at this moment, the lineup remaining in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion can already be described as fierce generals like clouds, strategists like rain. Under their command are other young and valiant warriors who have yet to establish a sufficiently formidable reputation in the world.
Just waiting for this great battle to ascend the stage of eternal history.
Li Zhaowen sat on one side, his phoenix eyes sweeping over the lineup, unable to hold back a subtle admiration in his heart. Each one here has left their battle intent and marks in this turbulent era, now gathered together not just for a common battle.
It is something that can make them stay silent at this time.
Only such a great battle.
The sound of breathing here grows increasingly deep and subtle. No one speaks; everyone simply maintains a sense of calm and peace, and within such tranquility, there is a faint sense of somberness accumulating, gradually growing heavier.
Suddenly, footsteps can be heard.
