"Only fifty thousand people?"
The ferocity of the diseased tiger remained formidable, and at this moment, Xiang Qian was facing the final phase of his life.
But the beautiful saying that a man's words become good when he approaches death did not apply to this old man.
At this time, he appeared like a desperate and vicious beast, the slightest provocation could ignite his killing intent and rage.
Enveloped in this imposing manner, the strategist's legs trembled, his voice hoarse as if drowning, "In addition to the Li Family, I have also commandeered several idle merchant ships from other families, we can definitely arrange for all seventy thousand clan members to board!"
With his face already covered in black spots, Xiang Qian reined in his aura, his white hair hanging low and covering most of his face, "Have the clan members board the ships quickly, prepare to leave."
"Yes, Ancestor."
