Despite being a serious defense battle, this sort of command style, which made everything seem under control and resembled a drill, made it impossible for people to feel tense.
The efficiency of the clan members who needed to retreat was increasingly improving, the speed of assembly of the clan warriors was getting faster, and the cooperation between the Martial Ancestors became more tacit, these all made Mi Tiger Coalition's efforts futile under three days.
At the moment when this platform to heaven rose from the ground, the clan leader sitting comfortably at the summit, with the delicate snacks placed by his hand, leaning against his chair and looking towards the south, saw the track of the God Feather's Eighteen Riders and said joyfully, "Hey, just failed yesterday, but still dare to come today, this guy is really stubborn, isn't he afraid of the Luan Birds being shot down?"
