Ling Tianyu remained seated, saying nothing more, as the clones of the nine men left to handle matters on Emperor Mountain. Since the main bodies were in retreat, the clones could naturally handle things freely.
"Things should be chaotic now," Tendril Emperor said.
Ling Tianyu heard this and asked, "The enemy who attacked today?"
"Yes," Tendril Emperor replied. "They had just shown themselves when they were dealt with—five million troops. Even if they aren't lacking in numbers, such a large force is no small matter."
"It would be strange if it weren't chaotic."
"By then, your reputation will spread even further there, and the fame of your Three Emperors and Six Gods will be even more so; they will investigate by all means."
"In this case, does it mean more enemies will come?" Ling Tianyu wasn't worried about chaos but rather concerned about whether more enemies would come. After all, since the powerful cannot make a move, relying on military force is a rare opportunity.
