Commander Edson, Tang Shaoyang, and Atilla walked side by side. They still received unhappy stares from the soldiers, but none of them cared about what those soldiers felt as the biggest crisis under Edson's lead was approaching.
"Are you sure it's an Emperor, and it's Thomas Lysvand, not another emperor?" Edson asked for another confirmation.
"Yes. I have my way to confirm, and he is Thomas Lysvand. He is not alone, he comes with the eight kings if I am not wrong." Tang Shaoyang nodded.
Atilla sucked a deep breath as she realized this battle would not be as easy as the previous battle. This might be her last battle as she might die. She did not have the confidence to fight an emperor head-on.
"Can you describe what he looks like? I don't mean to doubt you, but I want confirmation to make sure we know what we will fight." Commander Edson wanted to believe that it was not Thomas Lysvand. That was right, deep inside, he hoped Tang Shaoyang was wrong, and it was not Thomas Lysvand.
