Braydon Neal glanced back as if he had discerned a hidden truth within Luke Yates.
He smiled gently. "There's no rush. Not everyone is here yet."
"Not everyone?" Luther Carden narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
The individuals Braydon referred to were not from the Northern Army.
The elderly figures opposing him hadn't all arrived.
Today, Braydon intended to gauge how many would dare obstruct the Northern Army's advance.
Given Braydon's temperament and the Northern Army's ruthless nature, there would be no escape.
Anyone standing in their way today would meet their end.
"My family also has life and death realm warriors guarding Hoizen!" Spero Neal seized the opportunity to speak, subtly revealing the Neal family's formidable backing.
