"Everyone, quiet!" Wang Tianyi pressed his hand down, and the entire place instantly quieted.
All the soldiers were eagerly watching Wang Tianyi, waiting for him to speak.
Wang Hao pursed his lips, his heart instantly filled with displeasure.
He had exhausted so much effort, even using the skill known as "Clothed Beast" to stir up the soldiers' ire—all to provoke a fight with the old demon, to let his father witness how each soldier would fall for him and then deeply blame himself.
Yet, who knew that his father's prestige was so high among the soldiers that a single gesture could quell their fiery tempers? He realized he had been busy for nothing.
"Everyone, we now possess the sacred power, and as long as we defeat the old demon, we can get out," Wang Tianyi spoke with a determined look in his eyes, "but not now. We must be fully prepared, and be certain of victory in one battle."
"One battle for victory, let's go home!"
"One battle for victory, let's go home!"
