Silence. After several seconds, an explosive roar suddenly came from the crowd. “That’s right! Only we can!”

“The Xingtian Legion is going to win!”

“There’s nothing amazing about them! Didn’t we beat them?!”

“We’re gonna win! We definitely going to win!”

A single stone roused a thousand waves. The hot blood flowing through their veins from defeating the Screaming Wind Legion made them all scream at this moment. Between heaven and earth, the roar of shouts rose and fell in an instant. Perhaps there was no meaning, or perhaps it was just to vent their rage. Maybe they were simply consoling each other, but their mindsets now were many times better than the nervousness they’d felt before even entering Nanzhou. It was much, much better than when the enemy’s charge had completely crushed their line!

“Good…” Xu Yangyi nodded. As long as morale was still present, this war would be fought. He said lowly to everyone, “Clean up the battlefield. In thirty minutes… we’ll head straight to the Featherwood Guard!”

There was no answer, on the contrary just silence. A few seconds later, a Zhao Clan cultivator deeply cupped his fist towards him, and resolutely left afterwards. Next was the second and the third…...