Behind Lin Feng, Zhu Yi, Wang Lin, Shi Tianhao and Li Yuanfang nodded their heads. While their expressions were grave, they did not betray any sign of panic.
To them, they had never experienced a war on a scale as huge as the War of the Two Worlds.
However, they were all confident as they had all prepared for it already. They were even looking forward to it.
Shi Tianhao lowered his head to look at the ball of Qi in his hands. He could see two human figures in it. They were his parents.
Holding the tiny world enveloped by Qi, Shi Tianhao, who was normally fearless, could feel his hands shaking. The usual calm in his eyes disappeared and instead, a look of fear and hesitation replaced it. Extreme hunger was written all over his face.
This was exactly what Shi Tianhao was feeling.
Lin Feng turned his head to look at Shi Tianhao and smiled slightly. He said nothing, but one could feel encouragement and warmth from his gaze.
