During the desperate struggle, the remnants of the enemy troops within the city had completely collapsed.

"Everyone from Origin Phoenix and Arcana Sword, enter the formation core! Brothers and Sisters of Tianming City, hold the line and await my orders!" Tianming roared with everything he had, almost feeling like passing out.

"It's the imperial son!"

"The imperial son has instructions for us!"

With Xuanyuan Xie badly injured and Jian Wuyi busy with holding Si Ling at bay, Tianming was the one with the most authority. Only he could spur them into action, which was why Yi Xingyin had explained his plans to him.

Anyone could tell that it was Tianming who had controlled the enemy and enabled the killing of all five million troops. His prestige had soared through the roof. Eventually, he seemed to be able to see something new. When the millions of lives held the formation's spirit threads, a new thread seemed to...